#plus i have a feeling i'm gonna feel worse when we get into the house? | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

strangersteddierthings · 1 year

Text

Porcelain Steve - Part 3

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine

Eddie hasn't moved from his spot on the Harrington's living room floor since El placed Steve back in his hands two hours ago except to switch his weight from side to side, depending on which buttcheek is currently numb. The mass exodus from the Byers-Hopper house to the Harringtons had taken less than 15 minutes and there has not been peace since, hence the remaining-on-the-floorness of it all for Eddie.

People stop by his stop in the living room to talk to Steve, looming over Eddie in their uncertainty. He stopped offering for people to take Steve after the third rejection because Eddie gets it; he's still the most chill about this (except Argyle, but Argyle is currently high, and Eddie is exceptionally sober and perhaps resenting that fact a bit) but he gets it. The situation is fucking freaky and maybe the thought of holding their transformed babysitter slash older brother figure slash hero might be a bit harrowing.

Of course, there's always an exception, so when Max lowers herself to the living room floor next to him, cane set down between them, and says, "Give him here." Eddie obeys, instructing her to hold her hands out so he can place Steve in them upright and facing her. Max's bones had healed alright, but she'd never get her vision back.

"Am I looking at his face?" She asks, gripping him around the waist with two hands like he's a messy hamburger.

Eddie can't actually tell from this angle if she's looking at his face but it's got to be close enough, so he says, "Yeah."

"Hey Steve," Max starts. "Everyone else is too much of a wuss to hold you but don't worry. They'll get over it. Not going to lie to you, though, this is pretty weird, but, like, mostly because I expected your body to be squishy, like a stuffed toy or those babydolls Holly drags around and forces us to take care of when we all hang out at the Wheeler's house. You know, the ones that are like soft with the plastic head, hands, and feet? That's what I expected." She runs one thumb up and down on his torso before tacking on, "ugh, this feels like a polo. Eddie, is he wearing a polo?"

"Yeah. I think he's in the outfit he was wearing when whatever happened happened. The polo was tucked into his jeans but Robin untucked it to check if there were scars on his lil' porcelain tummy."

"Are there?"

"Yeah. Painted on, Robin says. It's pretty accurate."

"Like, chest hair and all?"

"I... don't know? You'll have to ask Robin. She was the one holding him like two inches from her face."

Max's attention goes back to Steve. "I bet your tiny polo looks cute, simply because it's tiny. Only way a polo could be cute, Steve. I still can't believe you dress this way because you like it. And worse, I can't believe you actually pull off the look."

Eddie looks on, amused, as Max rambles from there. Which is an experience. Max isn't quiet by any means, but she's not a talk to fill the silence type, which is what this seems like. The topics are mundane, like how summer school is going, and about her plans to try and teach El how to skateboard using only verbal directions, and debating the pros and cons of trying to convince her mom to let her get a seeing-eye dog. Then, they make a turn Eddie didn't expect.

"I think I'm going to be mostly on babysitting duty instead of active research and rescue. You know, on account of the blindness and all. So, like, I hope you're going be okay just hanging out with me and listening to Kate Bush for hours."

He should not be feeling a twist in his gut of jealousy at the fact Max wants to take Porcelain Steve from him, and yet. "You gonna look after him, Max?"

She shrugs, turns her face towards Eddie, "I figured we'd all take turns babysitting. Might get boring for him otherwise. He'd drop everything to watch us, if this had happened to us. He has done that. We have to do the same for him. Plus, Steve likes to check in on us, don't you Steve? What better way than to give you, like, a day with everyone in rotation."

"Always the savior, never the saved, huh?" Eddie is trying to joke but Max's face twists into a frown and her arms lower for the first time, lower so Steve's little porcelain face stares up at the ceiling.

"No. Not always."

"Oh?"

"I saved him, once. From Billy. It was my fault he was even in danger," Max says, voice sad.

"I doubt it was your fault-"

"It was my brother trying to beat him to death," Max snaps and it shuts Eddie up quick. "And the only reason he was in the house, beating Steve to death, was because I couldn't follow the simple instruction of 'stay away from the window'. Steve could probably have gotten Billy to leave if I had. But I didn't listen, and Billy got in, and then he was threatening Lucas. He'd said 'you're dead, Sinclair' and then Steve had to be super lame but super cool at the same time by saying 'no, you are' and decking Billy in the face with, like, the full force of his body."

"That is a very lame thing to say."

"Right? Anyway, he was winning that fight until Billy cracked him over the head with a plate. Then it just went downhill so fast for Steve, and I was so sure I was about to watch my stepbrother murder someone. I-I don't even know what came over me, really. I'd never stood up to Billy before. I just knew I had to do something. There were these syringes filled with something that put you to sleep and I grabbed it and then I stabbed Billy with one and then threatening him with Steve's nailbat to never touch any of my friends again."

"Holy shit, Red. Metal as hell!"

She gives a small smile at that. "Well, the boys were basically useless so." She gives a shrug that suggests that sentence should have ended with what can you do?

"True. I've seen you girls in action. Scary and deadly."

Max looks down, then, back to Steve. "Alright, Steve. This is enough floor time for me. I'll yack your ears off later."

She holds Steve back out to Eddie, and he returns Steve to the place in his lap. She gathers her cane and pulls herself from the floor, calling out to see where El is, then presumably going off to find her.

"You really do have a tit-for-tat thing going on with these kids, don't ya?" Eddie chuckles, falling back into the quiet.

His mind does go back to Max and her story. Saving Steve from Billy. He's heard that story but never that part. Steve had given him a watered-down version that left out the fact Billy had threatened Lucas, and that Max had come to his rescue. He wonders if Steve even knows that part.

Had they told him? In Steve's version he's getting his ass beat, and then he's coming to in the back of Billy's car with Max at the wheel. It seems out of character for Steve to not take the time to brag about the kids.

Given the events of spring break of last year, and Max's complicated feelings towards Billy, maybe Steve does know the full story and it was left out intentionally. A thing left up to Max to tell or not, to have to relive. She's been better, doesn't bottle up the hard things anymore, even though it's not Eddie she talks to.

It's Steve.

Eddie feels a bit worse about his jealousy earlier. Of course, Max wants to spend time with Steve even if he can't talk back. He's been the stable male figure in her life for years, just like he's been for Dustin.

He looks up, really taking in the people around him. All the people that have gathered because they care about Steve. All the kids, their peers, Joyce, and Hopper, and some guy Eddie's never even heard of before named Murray.

Does Steve even know how much he means to everyone here?

He's going to ask Steve just that but Robin shouts from the dining area at the same time he opens his mouth, so he snaps his jaw shut and focuses in on that.

"Absolutely not! Those assholes dealt with StarCourt by burning it to the ground and that's it! What do you think they'll try and do to Steve!?" Robin's back is to Eddie, so he can't see her face, but he can see Nancy's, who she seems to be yelling at. Nancy looks determined.

"I'm not saying we go asking the shady government for help immediately! I just brought it up as an option for if we hit a dead end, or can't figure this out, or-" Nancy argues back, and Robin cuts her off.

"Shut up! We'll figure it out! We have before."

Nancy's face softens, looks sadder. "I know, Robin. I do. But how long do we try ourselves? How many days, weeks, months, do we just keep trying ourselves while Steve is stuck? We don't even have a starting point for fixing this, the least we can do is plan a time to ask for help."

"Nancy's right," Hopper says, even if he sounds upsetting about admitting it out loud. "We can trust Owens at least. He helped us."

"No, I'm with Freckles there. You cannot trust anyone in the government, Jim. How many times do you need to learn that lesson?" Murray says in a condescending tone (though Eddie hasn't heard any other tone from him, so maybe that's just his voice?).

Eddie finally stands from the floor. This feels like an argument he should join.

#steddie #my fic #platonic stobin #steve & his found family #porcelain steve #leaving it here because the point of the story is not about how they go about solving this #the point is steve and his feelings and everyones feelings about him

784 notes · View notes

schemmentis · 1 month

Text

Like I Can - Pt. 2

Pt. 1 / Pt. 3

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.5k

Mel…what are you doing here?” You ask, despite your phone still held to your ear. Barb hastily telling you to call her if you need her before she hangs up underneath your own speaking.

“What am I doin’ here? What the hell d'ya think? You don't answer your phone, Barb said you went home with somebody last night and she couldn't get a hold of ya. I thought I told you ‘bout not makin’ me think ya went and got yourself murdered, huh?”

You lower your phone from your ear. Your arms cross to match Melissa's own stance as she glares at you. “As you can see I'm perfectly fine; not that me goin’ home with somebody is your business anyway.”

“You had me and Barb worried sick!”

Your mouth opens to retort the redhead once more but you're cut off before you can speak. “Uh…hi.” Your date from last night is shyly speaking, her head peeking out from the doorway of your bedroom.

You watch Melissa's eyebrows raise as she realizes your date is still here.

“Shit.” You sigh again. The hand not holding your phone rubbing your forehead. When you'd been gearing up to argue with Melissa you'd momentarily forgot the brutal hangover you're fighting. Until now. This is too much to deal with at once.

Your manners override your hangover and annoyance with Melissa. Your hand drops away from your forehead, your focus turning to the woman of last night as she steps out of your bedroom. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I know we had a late night.”

With a smile she's waving your apology away. She looks ten times more put together than you feel. You guess she'd gotten dressed when she first heard Melissa, more than likely. “Don't worry about it. You know how to get a hold of me.” She says easily. She drops a kiss to your cheek before letting herself out.

You see the glare Melissa gives her silently as she passes her to leave. It makes you send her one of your own. Though it takes until the door is shut behind your guest before the redhead looks back to you.

“Don't look at me like that!” She says as soon as she notices.

You roll your eyes. “I'm not a teenager, Melissa. I don't have a curfew nor do I owe you notices of where I am or who I'm with.”

“You do when you got yourself with a stranger!” She counters, her hands briefly waving in front of her in her disbelief at your arguing.

“Whatever.” You grumble as your head pounds. You don't want to deal with a hangover and an upset Melissa and the sudden burning that old knife wound in your chest is suddenly doing. “As you can see; I'm fine. We can argue about the rest of the details another time.”

You expect her to leave after that. You're both far from calmed down or happy about the situation. Plus, you'd really like to go back to bed for a while until you hopefully feel a modicum like a regular human again. Instead, Melissa is stepping past you into your kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

Melissa sends you another glare over her shoulder as she blindly begins pulling out some of your cookware. You ignore the reminder that she knows your kitchen as well as her own without even looking. Even though you don't really remember the last time she was here.

“Sit down.” She says, like you're in her house. “I'll make breakfast.”

“I'm really not—”

“If you don't eat, the hangover is just gonna get worse. Sit down.”

Reluctantly, you sit at your small kitchen table. Normally, you’d be watching Melissa as she cooked. You usually did. Yes, because you were attracted to her. You could admit that much to yourself now. Though that was merely a bonus. Watching Melissa cook was as fun as watching her teach. Her passion couldn't be hidden when she did either. Plus, the way she could move with ease through every step of any recipe was always worth watching. It was her own kind of dance. Especially her knife work.

Today, you're pressing your head onto your arms on the table. Even without your kitchen light on, lit only by the natural light from your window, it's too bright. You jump after a few minutes when something cold pressed to the back of your neck. Your hand reaches for what is there, freezing when your fingers find the warmth of Melissa’s knuckles.

“Cold washcloth.” Her voice murmurs in explanation. “Might take the edge off before the food does the rest.”

She stood next to you for another moment or two. Your fingertips at her knuckles. Her hand holding the cloth in place. You hold your breath without meaning to, waiting for her to speak again. You don't let yourself look up at her. The knife in your chest feels like it's on fire. You don't think you could handle it turning if you looked at her now.

After a drawn out moment, her hand pulls away from beneath yours. She leaves you to hold the cool cloth to your neck as she steps back to your stove to finish cooking. You stay in your place, head buried to your arms, hand holding a cloth to your neck. You stay there until you feel your breathing even out again. Only then do you brace yourself and sit up, blinking at the light again. At least, the smell of bacon and eggs isn't making you nauseous now. It's only a minute later Melissa is setting a full plate in front of you, along with a glass of water and ibuprofen.

“Thank you.” You murmur as she takes the seat across from you. She hasn't made any for herself. You assume she's had breakfast already. You know better than to hesitate in eating even if she doesn't have food. You know she'd gladly stare you down until you ate anyway.

She reaches across the table, taking the now room temperature cloth that you had set down on the table in order to eat. She holds it between both of her hands, idly moving it around in her fingers. It's unusual to see Melissa fidget. You don't have a better word for what she's doing now. Fidgeting. Like she's nervous. You don't think you've ever seen Melissa Schemmenti nervous.

“How was she?”

You cough around a bite of toast, taking a sip of water. “What?” you'd heard her fine. You just aren't certain why she's asking at all.

“The girl.” Her head nods backwards toward your front door. “The woman.” She corrects a moment later, like she's heard herself and didn't like how it sounded. “How was she?”

You blink from over your fork of eggs at Melissa across the table. You'd made sure whenever you were her wing woman she thought you'd gone home with someone. Both to keep her from abandoning her own plans if she felt bad leaving you alone and to keep from letting her know you were alone. Partly afraid she'd think you lame or boring when you had first met. Partly to avoid her asking why once you knew each other better. Melissa had never asked you. Not one time how any of your dates were. Until now.

“Why?” You can't help blurting out. “I mean, you've never asked me about any of the others before.”

Melissa scoffs, briefly looking away from you before looking back again. “C’mon, Hon, I ain't stupid. You never went home with anybody else before.”

You stutter for a moment, a few different answers started and not getting past a syllable or two before you start again. “Yes, I did.” You finally say.

Melissa only raises an eyebrow at you. Silently daring you to lie to her again.

“What was all that don't get murdered lecture for then if you knew I didn't?”

She shrugs. Her fingers are still picking at the washcloth. “You didn't wanna talk about it. So I didn't ask. I played along. I figured if you ever felt like it you'd tell me.”

Her head tilts slightly toward her shoulder. “And I meant it when I told you to always tell me you got home safe. You don't have to go on a date with a stranger to get murdered, y’know.”

Your eyes roll to your ceiling, biting the eggs from your fork in lieu of answering.

Melissa sighs, her hands planting onto the kitchen table with fingers still grasping the cloth. “You didn't answer the question, though. How was she?”

“Mel, I don't want to get into it.”

“So she was either really good or really bad.”

“Stop,” you groan. “You know I hate getting into the details. I never wanted to hear about yours and I don't want to talk about mine.”

“I never got why.”

“Why what?”

“Why the details of my dates and all bothered you so much. You ain't a prude. I've definitely made you laugh with a dirty joke or two before. You didn't mind hearing about Barb and Gerald.”

“Barb did not get into details and you know it.”

“She told you plenty for ya to fill in the lines!” She retorts. “I could barely say a guy's name and you'd practically plug ya ears.”

“I just don't need to know that!”

“You don't gotta tell me details. But was she good?”

“Melissa! Why does it matter?”

“It just does! If you're gonna finally have some dates then they better be treating you right and to a damn good time!”

“Or what,” You start as you get up to put your dishes into the sink. “You're gonna get your bat?”

“Maybe I would. I'd have to set straight whatever woman isn't pleasing you right.”

You swallow the sudden lump in your throat, rinsing your plate to buy yourself time before you have to face her again. When you begin to turn you slow in your movements. Melissa is standing behind you.

Her eyes quickly find your own as your back presses into the edge of the sink counter. Her hands rest on the counter at either side of you, trapping you to the spot though there remains a bit of space between you.

“She did take care of you, didn't she?”

It takes you a long beat to be able to answer. Melissa’s eyes are locked onto yours. Her seriousness etched into her features. Her perfume lightly hitting your senses when you inhale through your nose. If she took a step forward she'd be pressed against you, a step and a half she'd be pushing you back into the sink.

Your fingers itch to release the sink and grip her forearms. Your chest aches for you to admit the truth, consequences of the confession be damned. Your lungs burn as your breath shortens.

“She was fine.” You finally manage to answer.

“Fine.” Melissa echoes. She shakes her head. “You deserve better than just fine, Y/N.”

Daring her to be better than just fine is on the tip of your tongue. You manage to hold it back. “Maybe next time.” You mutter.

As quickly as you ended up so close, Melissa steps back again. “Next time I'm your wingwoman and not Barb. Unless you're really looking for somebody to go to church with.”

“Maybe.” You repeat. “I'm really not looking for a bunch of dates or one night stands.’

Melissa raises a brow but smirks at you. “Oh, so I gotta really play cupid, huh? Find you somebody to stick around?”

“No, no. Really. I'm fine with how things are now.” You lie quickly. You're not. The feeling of your chest constricting the longer Melissa teases you about this is proof enough. Still, you're more fine with how things are than if Melissa made good on what she's saying she'll do. Or worse, if she knew.

“Alright, alright. I'll stop messing with ya.” Melissa says, taking pity. “You still look a little like death warmed over so I won't push too much. Today, anyhow.”

“Thank you. For having mercy and for breakfast.”

She waves your thanks away. “It's what I'm here for. Did you record housewives? We can watch that. I know it puts you to sleep and I can catch up.”

You don't have the energy to keep dodging or arguing, so you gladly agree. You end up leaning heavily into Melissa's side on your couch. You drift even as Melissa loudly criticizes someone on screen, her hand waving at the television before her arm lands around your shoulders to keep you at her side.

“You didn't scare the poor girl, did you?” Barb asks softly as Melissa settles into her seat next to her in the break room. She saw her friend in the morning but decided to wait until lunch to ask her about checking in on you. A Monday Morning wasn't the best time to ask Melissa much of anything.

Melissa scoffs as she takes the lid off her container. “Please. I couldn't scare Y/N if I tried.”

“I meant her date.”

“Who cares if I scared her?” The redhead says as she stabs a fork full of pasta. She rolls her eyes at the look Barb gives her. “No. I didn't scare her but Y/N said she ain't lookin’ for anythin’ anyhow.”

Barbara blinks a moment. “Well. It sure seemed she was last weekend.”

“She scratched the itch. Must be fine for a while now.” Melissa says.

Barbara does her the courtesy of not pointing out how frustrated she sounds. Melissa ensures the courtesy is bypassed though as she continues.

“I asked how she was and Y/N just said it was fine.” Melissa says after swallowing her bite, the irritation slowly spreads across her features and creeps into her voice. Her fork stabs a little harder. “Just fine, you believe that? I dunno why she'd settle. She could snag any bimbo in any bar any day of the week.”

“Y/N is hardly interested in bimbos.” Barbara says evenly. Calmly piercing her salad with her own fork as she watches Melissa from the corner or her eye.

“Well that chick from last weekend didn't look Ivy League.”

“Melissa, please.”

“What? You and I both know she could do better.”

“Better as in with you?” Barbara says as casually as anything else.

“Yes!” Melissa answers instantly. A moment later what Barbara said catches up to her. Her hand freezes mid fork stab, the prongs pressing into the plastic of her container.

“I mean, no!” The hand not gripping her fork lightly slaps Barb on the shoulder. “Why would you even say that?”

“Because it's what you meant to say.” Barbara answers matter of factly.

“It is not!”

“No? Then why are you suddenly so concerned with who Y/N takes home? You were ready to storm over there with your bat when I told you.”

“You said she didn't answer!”

“And you didn't know that when you told me if her date was still there you'd chase them out with your bat and a promise if they did anything to hurt Y/N you'd call one of your guys.”

“I—” Melissa stutters, suddenly tossing her fork into her container. She shoves the lid on and all but throws it back into the fridge. “You don't know what youre talkin’ ‘bout, Babs.” She grumbles as she storms out of the break room and back toward her classroom.

#melissa schemmenti fanfiction #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x you #like i can

139 notes · View notes

thatlittleegyptologist · 3 months

Text

I'm just gonna get this out here. It's about my birthday and my mum's death, so heads up on that and don't click the read more if you don't want to see it.

So my birthday is coming up soonish (it's in the next 2 weeks) and I've got to face the first one without my mum. That's difficult in and of itself. It's made worse by the fact that her birthday was 2 days before mine. So now there's the prospect of not celebrating her birthday, then a day (which we usually celebrated both our birthdays on), and then my birthday. My feelings are a goddamn train wreck about it.

She died 4 months ago. Only 4 months. In that time we've gone through our first Christmas without her, the year changed so I have to say 'yeah she died last year' even though it's been so little time, and now there's just a slew of personal family events where she won't be there happening all at once and I can't process them all. Next week will suck absolute ass for my dad who has to do all that, plus valentine's day. It's gonna be like getting punched in the face every other day for a week. We haven't even interred her ashes yet. It's next month. That's gonna be when my cousins find out about the will (it's not bad, it'll just be shocking for them) and it'll be a doozy.

On top of all that I'm now basically taking on her role. I expected it. I'm the eldest. But now my dad relies on me for things like getting presents for my cousin's kids, or fixing things at his house. 'Where did your mum keep this?' idk Dad I haven't lived with you in 17 years, but I guess I'm the only one who thinks enough like mum to know where she'd keep those things.

So I'm aging (I'm not old, just the 'getting older' part of birthdays), I don't have my mum for guidance anymore, and I'm now stepping into shoes that I have no way of filling. I haven't processed any of my grief because it didn't hit me for several months (thanks autism) and now isn't socially acceptable to be falling apart anymore. Unlike my sister I don't have a husband or kids to keep me busy, I've just got an empty house and paperwork.

Everything feels like a lot and I don't really have anyone to talk to about it, so I guess this goes here.

(if you've read this far please don't give me advice. I know the things I can do. I'm a grown woman.)

105 notes · View notes

entertainmentgirl80 · 7 months

Text

Jake's Love Language 💚

Warnings: Mentions Of Love-Making, Jake Being Jake, Time Jump, Little Bit Of Angst, Hint Of Pregnancy, And Lot Of Fluff.

While you are lying in the bed while sleeping in naked, Jake can't help but look that you sleeping so peaceful. However, he kisses your temple, and you wake up from your sleep....

"Hey cowboy, what up?" You rubbing your eyes.

"Nothing, just looking at your beautiful face and just to think that I'm can't believe that I'm one lucky son of a bitch." He smiles towards you.

"And, why is that, Mr. Seresin?" You ask him

"Because I'm glad that I'm met you. The first time you step in The Hard Deck is when I'm first laying my eyes on you. Plus, at first, you were suspicious of me because you thought I was gonna kidnap or murder you." He chuckled

"Well, that was my first instant in my mind. It's just that I'm don't want nothing bad to happen to me, you know?"

"I'm understand where you are coming from. But you know that not who I am, and if I'm were serial killer, I wouldn't be the man that my mama raised me that I am today." He smirks while he cuddles you.

"I'm know, I love you Jakey."

"I'm love you too, darlin." He said it in a southern drawl accent that you fell in love with when y'all first met each other.

Y'all start to make out once again, he giving you love bites on your jaw to your neck, while you moaning to his name....

"Jake, I'm need you, and I want you." You cooed

"You have me, babe, always and forever because you are my wife, and I gonna take care of you, so let me do my husband's duties." He said to you with full of love.

When he touches you, it's like ice melt in your body, the way he kisses you, you get a taste of strawberries like on a summer day. And when y'all make love, ever since y'all gotten married, that feeling still electric when you feel like you the only girl in the world.

Over the next two years, y'all two found a home to start your little family, plus it makes sense so Jake can be closer to his job. So one day while you scrolling through to see what kind of couch for the living room, you felt little sick in your stomach, so you went straight to the bathroom and you throw up, so afterwards you thinking in your mind that you might be pregnant. So you call your husband for a favor...

"Hey darlin, what up?" He answered

"Hey J, I'm need a favor." Your voice is a little nervous

"Okay, is something wrong, sweets?" He asks in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, while you are on the way home, can you go to the store and get me three pregnancy tests for me, please?"

"Sure baby, I'm gotcha ya, I go get it now alright?"

"Alright, thank you, Jakey."

"No problem, darlin', I'm be coming home soon, see you when I get there."

"Okay, love you, J," you said to him

"Love you too, sweets." He hang up the phone.

So after he came home from the store, Jake walked in the house, greeted, and hugged you tight because he knew everything is gonna be okay, no what matters life throws at them. And so you feel little nervous to take both of the tests but Jake is right by your side every little step in the way, so you went to the bathroom and took all the three tests and put a timer on and wait after it's rings.

"Hey, you know everything is gonna be fine, you know that right?" He comfort you.

"I'm know J, but what if I'm not ready to be a mom?, what if I-I'm not fit for it?, I really scare Jakey." You feel nervousness in your voice.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby, I'm told you when we got married, you know I always gonna take care of you till in sickness in health, for better and for worse. And be there for you regardless if I at work or home, you my number one priority and I'm love you sweets." He holds your hands while he comforts you with full of love.

"I love you too Cowboy."

*Dings*, the timer rings so y'all about to found out if you pregnant or not......

"Okay, you ready? On three: 1, 2, 3", y'all flipped both of the tests, and it's all came back to positive, meaning y'all is expecting your first child together.

"We gonna be parents, baby!!" You excited but nervous at the same time.

"We are baby, we are!, I'm looking forward to it be a daddy. He smiles and gives you a kiss on your temple.

Nine months later, you have been giving birth to a baby girl, and you name her Jade Alexis Seresin. She got beautiful green eyes and her nose just like her daddy. You and Jake were over the moon that y'all became parents, and you named Bob Floyd & Natasha Trace as the godparents for your daughter. 💚

A/N: It's just a little burb story that I'm made, but it's a sequel but part 2 to Texan & Georgian storyline that I did, and sorry , I took my time with it, but I did the best that I could. I hope y'all like it.

188 notes · View notes

rhoorl · 6 months

Text

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 8: Saturdays, Am I Right?

Series Summary: In this AU, the boys of Delta Force start a new business post-Colombia.

Series Masterlist | Chapter 8 A03 Link

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 6.8k

Chapter Summary: A Saturday around Mule Fall Court. Plus we get two cameo appearances.

Chapter Warning: Swearing. Oral (m receiving). Reminder, I don’t have a beta for this, so any mistakes are all mine.

A/N: Thank you for all of the love for Frankie in the last chapter! Although this is another Will-heavy chapter I appreciate you sticking with me. I promise the other guys will get some of the spotlight too. More notes from me at the end.

Katie’s eyes flutter open, catching the light coming through the slight crack in her curtains. She hears soft snores behind her and turns to see Will fast asleep. He looked so peaceful, beautiful really.

He starts to stir a bit so she turns around and closes her eyes pretending to be asleep. The last thing she wanted was for him to wake up to her staring at him. She feels him get up and turn to check his phone on the nightstand.

Katie could tell he was peering over to check if she was still asleep. She feels him nestle back under the covers and inch closer to her, wrapping an arm around her, making her smile. She leans back into his touch as he nuzzles his face into her neck.

"Are you awake?" He whispers.

"Mhmm," she manages, as he kisses her neck.

"How're you feelin'?" He brings his hand around to trace down her body from her waist to her hips and back.

"I have a headache, feel kinda weak…the usual," she laughs.

"I'm sorry, we'll try and keep it down so you can rest."

"Oh don't be silly Will, I can still function. I've had to do a lot more, feeling a lot worse," she chuckles, looking back to see him biting his bottom lip nervously. "Hey, it's all good. It was a very sweet thought," she kisses him. "You're good at those," she kisses him again.

"Oh yeah?" He smiles into another kiss which he deepens as he moves on top of her.

"W-Will, we c-can't…it's gonna get messy," she manages to get out between shaky breaths.

Will pulls back and looks at her, his hand tracing the side of her face. “I don’t mind. Just throw a towel down,” he smirks, before getting a bit more serious. “But if you really don’t want to, there’s still other ways we could have some fun,” he arches his eyebrows and bites his bottom lip.

“What do you have in mind, soldier?” The corner of her mouth turns up at his playfulness.

“Just lay back and relax,” he murmurs as he drops down to her waist.

He inches the bottom of her shirt up and starts leaving light kisses along her stomach, working up. Katie’s hips buck up, anticipating Will’s next move. She clenches her eyes closed, trying to breathe as he takes one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around as his other hand lightly cups her other breast. A shudder comes over Katie as she savors the pleasure Will’s mouth is giving her. She throws her head back, whimpering as he continues.

“Is this ok? You aren’t too sensitive or sore or anything,” he stops to ask, looking up at her.

“N-no, you’re doing great…I mean, ha, it’s…yea, it’s good Will.” She giggles as he goes back to work.

She sneaks a glance down to look at him but then something catches her eye. Seeing movement she lets out a yelp.

“Fuck, what happened? Are you ok?” Will’s head snaps up, searching her face.

“Ah, n-no, um…” she points a trembling finger to where the wall meets the ceiling.

Will whips around to see what she’s pointing at. His shoulders relax when he sees what has her so scared – a small gecko perched on the wall. “You’ve never had a gecko in your house before?”

“Once…scared the shit out of me. I had to call Meg to get Connor over here to grab it.”

“These are kind of a thing here in Florida,” he smirks, trying to give her a hard time before he realizes how scared she truly is. “Well, good thing I’m here. I’ll take care of it.” He winks and gives her a quick kiss before hopping out of bed and throwing his jeans on, leaving the top button unbuttoned.

Will makes quick work of capturing the little creature and takes it outside. He's washing his hands in the kitchen as Katie comes around the corner dressed in some comfy pants and an oversized t-shirt, her hair in a messy bun.

“My hero! I’m so glad you were here” she smiles, skipping over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him. “Sorry we had to cut the fun short,” she pouts.

Will’s chest puffs out a little at her praise. “Ah, that’s okay.” He runs his hands down her sides.

“I…um…I’ll make it up to you later,” she winks.

“Oh really? Hmm…I wonder how you’re going to do that,” he smiles and kisses her before pushing her back towards the kitchen island, deepening the kiss. After a few minutes, he pulls back. “Shit, what time is it?” He looks at the clock above her oven. “Fuck, sorry. I need to go before Benny wakes up,” he laughs.

“Ok,” she sighs.

“I’ll be right back. Well, I’ll have two sidekicks with me, but I’ll be back."

Will runs back to her room to grab his shirt, making sure to give her a quick kiss before leaving and hopping into his Jeep for the short drive down to 319.

He’s thankful that it’s still early in the morning. It had been years since he’d done a walk of shame, and while there was no shame in this return, he still wasn’t too keen on running into any of his neighbors.

He just parked and got out of his Jeep when Olivia’s front door flew open. CJ and Max ran to the van as Olivia trailed balancing Diana on her hip along with various backpacks and bags.

“Boys, hey! Hold on a sec lemme open the door,” she huffed out, fishing her keys from her crossbody and hitting the button for the automatic doors on her minivan to open.

“Hi, Mr. Will! You look nice!” CJ yelled over to Will, waving.

“Hi Mr. Will, we’re going to soccer practice. Mom says it’s good for us to get our energy out! Hey, your button isn’t buttoned,” Max pointed to Will’s jeans.

“Hey boys,” Will waved, looking sheepishly over to Olivia. “Hey, Liv! Mornin'."

Olivia was oblivious to the fact that Will was dressed in a wrinkled shirt and buttoning the top button of his jeans. “Hey, Will! Boys, get in, get your iPads. I’ll be right there. Hey!” She walks to the front of her driveway, nodding for Will to join her. “I’m glad I saw you! I was meaning to reach out to you guys. So, it’s the boys’ birthday next week. I know the idea of going to a party with a bunch of eight-year-olds probably doesn’t sound too appealing, but the whole Neighborhood Wa-...um…I mean, the whoel crew is invited. And you guys are part of that! Frankie and Santiago too!” She smiles.

“Aw, thanks Liv. That’s really nice. Yeah, I’m sure the guys are down. Just..um…text me the details.”

“Ok cool. Chris has a friend who owns a skating rink so we're gonna rent it out. Should be fun!”

“Well, awesome, I’m looking forward to it, haven't skated in years!”

“Nice. Well, um, see you later!”

And with that, she turned on her heels to head back to her van and buckle Diana into her car seat.

Will breathed a sigh of relief as he made his way up the driveway, unlocking the door.

_____________________

Katie busied herself with making some coffee and picking up when she heard a knock at her door. She wasn’t expecting Will and company so soon, but she was giddy at the thought of seeing him again.

She opened the door without looking, “Back so soon, huh? Shit, you scared me!”

Megan was standing at her doorway with a basket of freshly baked muffins - double chocolate chip, Katie’s favorite. She also had a bottle of wine tucked under her arm. “I thought you could use some chocolate for now…and then some wine, for later,” she winked.

“Jesus Meg, I thought… never mind, come in. Thank you for these, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Well, make me a cup of coffee, I need to hear about last night…and apparently this morning from the looks of you,” she snorted as Katie rolled her eyes.

_____________________

Frankie woke up, feeling a bit lighter after he shared some of his past with Lucille last night. A phone call to his sister made things even better. He booked an impromptu trip to see her in a couple of days. Although the boys did not flaunt their money, Frankie had to admit it was nice to be able to drop everything and just go and not have to worry.

He threw a shirt on and walked to the kitchen to see Santiago already busy making breakfast, listening to music, his hips swaying to the beat.

“Hey cabron, you hungry?” Santiago asks as he cracks some eggs into a bowl.

“Ah, sure, yeah. Thanks.” Frankie pours himself a cup of coffee from the pot Santiago brewed. “How was your night?”

“Good. It was nice.”

“Did you behave yourself?”

Santiago rolls his eyes, “Yes. The hell man? I was with David and Ty too, you know. We just went to a restaurant and then to a wine bar. It was actually a pretty nice place. I'd suggest you take a girl there if you ever decide to date again," Frankie rolls his eyes. "Anyway, the three of them went back together and I took an Uber home. I’m pretty sure I beat you back, actually.”

Frankie sets his coffee cup down and lifts both of his hands up, “Okay, hermano. Jeez, I didn’t mean to strike a nerve so early in the morning.”

“I just…ugh… never mind. How was your night?”

“Good. Great, actually. I uh…called Valeria. I’m going to go see her, Alyssa, and the kids this week.”

“You’re flying to Dallas? Just like that?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, why wait," Frankie scratches the back of his head, his curls wild from sleep. "And plus, it was like the only good time to go. Between both of their work schedules and stuff, I would have had to wait months.”

“Nice. Well, I’m happy for you. Shit how old is Leia now?”

“She just turned two. Damn, you reminded me that I need to go and get her a present today. Maybe after we get done at Melissa’s we can swing by someplace.”

“Yeah, sure. So when are you leaving?”

“I’m gonna leave Monday, after my meeting. Gotta see if I can move it up a bit earlier…but I’ll come back on Friday.”

“Ok cool, well I can drive you, we’ll figure it out.”

_____________________

Will walks into the house, surprised to hear SportsCenter on the TV.

Shit. He thought to himself, knowing his brother was awake and therefore going to give him a hard time. Walking further into the house, he sees Benny looking out their sliding door to the backyard eating cereal out of a large bowl. Hearing the front door close, Benny turns and lights up with the biggest smile.

“Oh shit! There he is! You like the little present I left you?” He winks, setting down his bowl and running over to his brother, slapping him on the chest. “Have a good night?”

Will just rolls his eyes and walks down the hallway to his room, pulling his shirt off.

Benny trails after him, “Oh c’mon. I know you don’t really kiss and tell anymore, but you’re not gonna give me anything?”

“Ben. If I tell you anything, you’re going to make it super fucking awkward when we go over there in a bit. I don’t want her to be embarrassed.”

“Oh ok, so you guys haven’t fucked yet, cool cool.” Benny busts out laughing as Will chases him into the bedroom.

“You’re lucky you’re so fucking tall otherwise I’d beat your ass kid.”

“Ha ok, whatever.” Benny leans against the wall in Will’s room as his brother changes. “But seriously, did you have a good night?”

Will sees the sincerity in his brother’s eyes. “Yeah, it was nice. She’s fucking awesome man. So funny and smart and creative…”

“And hot. Ow!” Will throws his jeans at Benny. “I’m just saying, for you. I mean, she’s pretty, don't get me wrong.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty fuckin’ hot,” Will smirks as Benny whoops and plops onto Will’s bed. “How was your night?”

“Good. You’ll be happy to know I executed another flawless mission. Your boy Jax really stepped up.”

“He’s a good guy.”

“Yea…Connor texted me this morning, well it was late last night but I didn’t see it til I woke up. He and Aria were up talking on the phone til real late. He’s probably gonna be a bit tired this mornin',” Benny laughs.

“Ha nice, well I’m glad it all worked out.”

Will changes into a pair of black basketball shorts and a cut-off concert tee. He grabs his socks and a pair of sneakers too. “You ready?”

“Yeah, I think Connor should be over any minute. Gotta just grab my hat and some tools and I’m all good to go.”

_____________________

Connor came over right on time, a little tired so Benny gave him a RedBull. The three of them decided to walk over to Katie’s house, the older guys lovingly teasing Connor who blushed every time he talked about Aria. Will casually used some old interrogation techniques to coax out of Connor the fact that they kissed. Connor confessed to heading to the exact place Benny told him about, the only spot in the whole park not visible from the vantage point Benny chose.

They laughed as they reached Katie’s porch. “Damn, I didn’t realize how much water damage there was here,” Benny says, observing how the porch beams bow out.

He reaches his hand out to touch one of them when Will slaps his hands away, “Don’t touch it, man. The whole fucking thing could cave in, s’far as we know. I’m gonna call Joel later when we take a break.”

“Isn’t he gonna be busy with Sarah?” Benny asked.

“Nah, he’s probably out at some job site this morning.”

“Oh on a weekend? So does Steph have Sarah then?”

“Yea. They do a bit longer of a switch during the summer, two weeks at a time. He takes advantage and runs himself ragged, pulling 12-hour days. I dunno why he does that shit to himself.”

“Who’s Joel? And Steph and Sarah?” Connor asks, looking between the two men.

“Oh, shit, sorry. Joel’s our cousin. Sarah’s his daughter. And Steph’s her mom,” Benny fills the boy in on their extended family as Will knocks on the door.

Megan answers the door, “Hey boys!”

“Mom?”

“Yeah, sorry to cramp your style C,” she winks. “Figured I’d give Katie some company, while you all worked. Nice to see you're back to no sleeves, Benny,” she laughs.

“I told ya, I don’t dress up for just anyone,” he smirks.

“Hey guys,” Katie comes from around the corner addressing all of them, but looking squarely at Will. Her eyes rake over his exposed arms, remembering how it felt when he held her this morning. “Come in, lemme show you where everything is.”

“Benny the builder reporting to duty,” he fake salutes, following Katie into the house.

__________________

Katie and Megan catch up on a reality show as the guys make quick work of assembling a series of items. She honestly thought it was going to take them all day, but as it neared lunchtime, they had almost all of it done.

“Hey,” she walks into the spare room where they set up shop. “You boys hungry? We were thinking of ordering some pizza.”

“Hell yeah!” Connor pumps his fist before looking at Katie who squints at him. “I mean, awesome, Ms. Katie. That sounds great, thank you.”

“You’re too sweet C,” she laughs. “Any requests?”

“As long as there’s pepperoni on something I’m good. Will’s pretty easy, aren’t ya Will?” Benny snorts as Will rolls his eyes.

“I’m good with whatever, just not green peppers.”

“No green peppers, huh? Hmm…”

“Red flag?” Benny offers.

“I dunno…that’s borderline,” Katie shakes her head, smiling as she walks out.

Will slaps Benny and they both start to laugh.

The pizza arrives just as the guys reach a stopping point. They only have one dresser left, the biggest piece. As they all sit around, talking and eating, Will suddenly remembers that he needs to call Joel.

“Shit, you mind if I make a quick call? My cousin’s a contractor and I wanted to get his opinion on your porch.”

“Your porch? What’s wrong with the porch?” Megan asks with her mouth full, looking at Katie.

“It’s definitely got water damage,” Benny chimed in. “Shit’s probably gonna cave in any minute-”

“Jesus Benny!” Will smacks him on the arm. “It’s not going to cave in at any minute Kat, er Katie.” He shot daggers at his brother for not having more tact. “But, it’s probably not something you’re going to want to wait on, ‘specially since it’s the summer and we get a lot of rain. But anyway, lemme call him real quick.”

“Ok, thanks Will, I appreciate you guys looking into it,” Katie smiles, trying to avoid Megan’s knowing look. Her ex was never this invested in home projects or anything that interested Katie. She didn’t need anyone to take care of her, but she had to admit it felt nice to have someone care.

Will pulls the phone in front of him, waiting for Joel to answer. When he finally does, a big smile comes across Will’s face. “Hey J, you got a minute?”

“J Moneeeyyy!” Benny yells, throwing himself into frame so Joel can see him.

“Ah, shit, both of you? Hold on, I’m gonna need to go somewhere, gimme a minute. Hey Tommy! I’ll be right back ok?”

Katie and Megan both exchange quick glances after hearing the low, Southern drawl coming from Will’s phone. They were both curious what the owner of that voice looked like, sure that he had to have some of the Miller good looks.

“Shit, Tommy’s there, tell ‘em we say hi!” Benny smiles.

Joel huffs as he walks away from the job site to his truck. Closing the door, he wipes his face with his forearm. “Ok, this about your neighbor?”

“Um, ah, yeah.” Will tries to keep his cool. He and Joel had exchanged a few texts about Katie, mostly about the porch but Joel did ask about her as well, curious about who had piqued the interest of his favorite cousin. “She’s actually here, I’m at her house now.” Will motions to Katie to come say hi.

Megan practically pushes her off the couch as Katie walks over behind the couch Will and Benny are sitting on. She sucks in a breath when she sees the man on the other side of the phone.

He looks to be a little bit older than Will, but not by much. Will mentioned he was in Texas, so Katie could only assume it was as hot there as it was in Florida. Joel looked a bit grimy, his hair matted to his forehead and his neck glistened with sweat. She caught a glimmer of what looked to be a silver chain underneath his greasy t-shirt. When Katie popped into frame, Joel immediately straightened up, running his fingers through his hair.

They both smile at each other before Joel clears his throat, “Ah hi, you’re Katie?”

“Uh, y-yea, how’d you…” Katie looked at Will who was blushing a bit.

“Oh, Will’s had nothing but good things to say about you, darlin'. Sounds like you got a lil problem with the porch?”

“Uh, yeah, apparently so.” Katie bites her lip.

“I can, uh, I can show you, Joel. Does that work?”

“Yeah, helps to see how much it’s bowin' out.”

“Ok, lemme take you over there. One sec, I’ll be right back.”

And with that, Will takes the phone away and heads outside.

“So, who’s your cousin?” Megan asks Benny.

“Oh, Joel? He’s our oldest cousin. Our dads are brothers.”

“Ah ok, and where does he live?” Katie was so thankful Megan was taking up asking the questions because she was still trying to find her words.

“Oh he and his daughter live in Austin,” Benny said between bites.

“So he’s married?”

“Why you lookin’?” Benny teases as Megan rolls her eyes. “Nah, he’s been divorced for a while. He and Steph make it work for Sarah. They aren’t like super close, but they’re not gonna slash each other’s tires either if that makes sense.”

Will walks back into the living room, “Thanks, man. Tell Sarah and Tommy we say hi.”

“When’re you gonna come visit us? I miss youuuuu!” Benny yells.

“Ha, miss you too, lil bean. I’ll try and figure somethin’ out. It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a vacation.”

“Nice! And hey we could probably use your help around the house too!”

“Ben, what the fuck? We aren’t gonna invite him out here just to work. The hell is wrong with you?” Will shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s all good. You boys know I can’t go a few days without gettin' my hands into somethin’. Let’s plan on it…gotta talk with Steph and sort it out, but we should. It’s been a while.”

“Woohoo! Hell yeah!” Benny runs over to his brother and smiles. “You’re gonna love it here J. We have a pool, we’re close to the beach. We could go to a baseball ga-”

“Ok, Ben. Calm down,” Will laughs. Benny loved Will, but he always had a soft spot for Joel.

“Hey, shit, sorry gotta go. The electrical guy just showed up and I’ve been tryna track his ass down for about a week. We’ll talk soon!” Joel nods as he disconnects the call.

“How bad’s the damage?” Katie winced, not sure she wanted to hear the bad news.

“Eh, it’s definitely something you have to get fixed, but we really can’t tell the extent of the damage until we start poking around more. Joel said it’s okay for now, but you shouldn’t let it go too much longer. So we’ll research it more and handle it, don’t worry,” Will smiles and rubs her knee before realizing there were three other sets of eyes on them. He clears his throat, “Guys, ready to get back to it? Only one more thing to go.”

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Connor gets up, collects all of their plates, and takes them to the kitchen.

Once the three guys are down the hall to the spare room, Megan looks over to Katie. “So, was he as hot as he sounded?”

“Fuck yeah, he was.” They bust out in giggles as they turn their show back on.

_____________________

“So what's she wants help with?” Frankie asks as he turns onto Mule Fall Court rolling past Benny and Will’s house and continuing down the street to Melissa’s.

“She was talking about how the backyard is so plain. She wanted to add in some stuff but wasn’t sure. Figured it would be easier if we could walk it with her and hear what she was thinking.”

“Hmm, ok.” Frankie cuts his eyes quickly over to Santiago as he parks his truck in the driveway.

Melissa must have been waiting for them because she came out of her house as the men were getting out of Frankie’s truck. “Hey guys!” She waves and walks over, giving each a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Frankie notices that she gives him a side hug and uses both arms when hugging Santiago. They make some small talk when they see a black SUV pull up to the house next door.

“Hey, isn’t that the house for sale?” Frankie asks.

“Yeah, it is. Lucille called me this morning actually to tell me that Ethan said the clients accepted the offer. They're meeting him this morning to do a walkthrough, so this must be them.”

The three of them look over as the doors to the SUV open up. The driver was a man, who looked to be in his 40’s. He was an attractive, pretty clean-cut-looking guy with a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. He wore jeans and a light blue V-neck T-shirt. His passenger was a beautiful woman, slightly younger than him, dressed in a yellow floral maxi dress. Melissa admired her gorgeous curls and the huge sparkly ring that caught the light beautifully. Tumbling out from the back door was a little boy, probably around the same age as Olivia’s boys. The woman opened the passenger door behind her and pulled out a little girl from the car seat.

“Hey there!” The man waves with a warm smile.

Melissa, Santiago, and Frankie all wave back. “Hi, I’m Melissa! You all the new neighbors?”

“We hope so! As long as everything goes smoothly these next few weeks,” the woman smiles as the family walks over.

“Oh, nice! Well, I’m Melissa. I live here,” she points to her house.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Victoria and this is my husband Marcus and our kids, Nicholas and Mariella.”

“Nice to meet you all! This is Frankie and Santiago, their friends Benny and Will live down the street. They just moved in recently too.”

“Santiago?” Victoria furrows her brows. “Hablas español?”

“Si, por supresto, él también,” Santiago responds, nodding towards Frankie with his chin.

“Que bueno. Fair warning, he understands more than he lets on," she winks, rubbing Marcus' back.

“Hey, after almost 10 years, what do you expect? Me and your abuela are practically holding full conversations at this point,” Marcus laughs, putting his arm around his wife and giving her a quick peck on the cheek, making her chuckle and their son groan. “So, uh, you like it here then, Melissa? It’s a good neighborhood?”

“Oh yeah. We have a lot of fun and always like an excuse to get together. Hey, maybe when you all get settled we can throw you a welcome party! There're some other kids here on the block too who you can play with,” she smiles, looking at Nicholas who was playing with some action figures.

“That’s awesome to hear. That’s what Ethan said too. Once we move in I’ll have to get some recommendations from you for stuff, like a landscaping company for starters because this,” she points to the front lawn of 306 Mule Fall Court, “this needs to get updated ASAP,” she laughs.

“Ha, I hear you. Well once you get settled in, I’ll be sure to give you a full rundown,” Melissa winks.

“When’re you all supposed to move in?” Frankie chimes in.

“Soon,” Marcus responds. “Trying to move in here before Nico here starts school,” he ruffles his son’s hair, getting a giggle from the boy.

"My sister is moving in with us too, so it's going to be a full house."

"She single?" Santiago asks, glancing quickly at Frankie, not seeing Melissa's scrunched-up face.

"Ha, she is," Victoria smirks. "She's act-" Victoria is cut off by the roar of Ethan's engine as he makes his way up the driveway. "Ah, well, looks like we gotta go. It was so nice to meet you all."

"Yeah, nice to know who's next door," Marcus smiles. “We’ll see you all around.”

_______________________

“Wow, I can’t thank you guys enough for this. It would have taken me several weekends to get all of this together,” Katie puts her hands on her hips, admiring the boys' work and how her house was starting to transform into the vision she had designed through her countless Pinterest boards.

Megan tosses Connor and Benny some bottles of water as Will lifts up his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. She didn’t miss Katie swallowing hard at the sight of Will’s abs.

“Well, this was fun. Glad you all could finally get some of this furniture together,” Megan clasps her hands, grabbing her purse. “I’m gonna head out, probably going to go see Lulu. C wanna come with?”

“Ah, I could really use a shower Mom,” Connor winces as he smells under his arm.

“You know what, you’re right. Ok, let’s get you home,” she starts to walk out, looking at Benny who was sitting on the couch.

He glances over at his brother who had a look in his eye he hadn’t seen in a while. Smirking to himself, Benny gets up and stretches, his shirt riding up a bit. “Hmm…I’m beat. Gonna go take a shower, myself. Hey, thanks for lunch, Katie. Will, I’ll uh, I’ll catch you later.”

And with that, Katie and Will found themselves alone. Will reaches his arm up, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes graze over Katie.

“What’re you looking at,” she blushes, walking over to him.

“Hmm…nothing, just thinking.”

“About what?” She reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

He returns her kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. “How I couldn’t wait for them to leave,” he whispers into her ear as he trails kisses down her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

“I…ah…I still owe you from this morning,” she manages to get out, despite her shaky breath.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he smiles and nips at where her neck meets her shoulder before soothing it with his tongue.

Reluctantly, Katie pulls back, looking at Will squarely in the eyes. “I know, but I…I want to. I, uh, I have an idea,” she smirks, pulling him by the arm down toward her room. Will bites his lower lip, but a nervous chuckle still escapes.

Once they get into Katie’s room, she grabs Will’s shoulders and leads him towards the end of her bed. “Ok, uh…sit down. Actually, uh…lie down. Uh, on your…stomach.”

Will furrows his brow, “Um…ok?”

“And, um, take your shirt off too,” she quickly added while she still had the nerve.

“You tryna take advantage of me, sweetheart?” Will purses his lips, before laughing.

“C’mon. Just do it.” Katie rolls her eyes.

Will grabs the bottom of his shirt with one hand and removes it in a smooth, swift move. He turns and moves up her bed, laying face down on her pillow. He hears Katie walk over to grab something off of her dresser and then feels the bed dip as she gets on, straddling his waist.

She leans over his body, her chest at his back, “You must be so sore after all of that work you did today, huh?”

He turns his head slightly to the side, catching her eye as he nods.

“Well, then let me help you out with that.” She grabs the bottle of lotion she brought with her and rubs some in her hands to warm it up. Her mouth was salivating as she looked at the man sprawled out on her bed between her legs.

She starts with his shoulders, moving down his back, feeling the cords of his muscles. He whimpers slightly as she works out some of the knots she comes across. It’s hard to know how much time passes, but once she feels Will’s muscles totally relax she swings her leg around, lying down next to him.

He looks so relaxed, cracking one eye open to look at her as he smiles. “That was fucking awesome. You have magic hands,” he laughs as he turns to his side, using one of his hands to trace down Katie’s body from her ribcage to her hip.

They stay like this for a few moments, enjoying the silence but both feel some tension building. Finally, it was Katie who broke, leaning over and pushing Will so he was lying on his back. She straddles him again, kissing and nipping, finding his sensitive spots as she works from his neck down his body.

When she reaches his stomach, he stops her, grabbing both of her arms. “Hey, let me take care of you fir-”

“Nope,” she cuts him off, emphasizing the p. “You did all of this hard work for me today, I want to show you how…uh…thankful I am,” she smirks as she moves down to the waistband of his shorts.

His breath gets shaky as she presses her mouth to the outside of his shorts, feeling a twitch as he gets harder. He takes a fistful of bedsheets in his grip as he feels her warm breath tease him.

She looks back up at him through her eyelashes and works his shorts down. Will lifts his hips up to help her as he springs free. She bites her lower lip, taking in this visual before moving her hands to lightly grip his thighs. He was trying so hard to stay still. She moves closer, down to the base, flattens her tongue against him, and works her way up, stopping to swirl her tongue around the head. Will throws his head back, bucking his hips up. Katie was caught by surprise and gagged slightly, not expecting that much so soon.

“Fuck, shit I’m sorry,” Will props himself up onto his elbows, before sitting up, reaching for the back of Katie’s head. “Are you ok?”

Katie coughs and composes herself, smiling “Y-yea, I’m fine. Just wasn’t expecting all of that,” she chuckles.

“Shit, neither was I.”

“It’s ok, you havin’ fun?” Her mouth quirks up as he nods. “Ok, good, just lay back and relax.”

She resumes, using her hand to help as she takes him in. Once she gets into a good rhythm, she relaxes her jaw, taking him all the way in until her nose is nestled into the curls at the base of his cock. His breath picks up and he whimpers as Katie takes a slow, methodical approach. It drives Will wild, in the best way, that she seems to almost be savoring this…savoring him.

“I…ah…I’m really close…” he trails off, panting. “Wh-where?”

Katie doesn’t say anything, but makes eye contact with him, giving him a wink which sends him over the edge. Within seconds she feels his spend hit the back of her throat as she works him down. His chest quickly rises and falls and his vision goes blurry for a second. As quickly as he feels pleasure he starts to feel overstimulated, pushing Katie off of him gently.

“F-fuck, sorry about that,” he chuckles, bringing both of his hands to his face, and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands as he catches his breath.

“Was it ok?” Katie sits up and looks at him, dragging her thumb on the outside of her mouth, catching the last bit of Will, and licking it.

“Shit. Uh, y-yea. You’re…you’re fucking amazing,” he props himself up on his elbows. “C’mere,” he pulls Katie on top of him as she giggles.

____________________

"So, you guys could really do all of that?" Melissa looks between Frankie and Santiago, hopeful and giddy at the prospect of a full backyard renovation.

"Sure thing princ-, ah I mean, yea absolutely," Santiago manages a neutral smile while avoiding Frankie's eyes. "We'll definitely need Will and Benny's help, but yeah I don't see why we couldn't get this done in a few weeks."

"Eeek, that's so exciting. I gotta tell Danny. Can we wait til he gets back?"

"Absolutely," Santiago gives a tight-lipped smile.

"Awesome, thank you both. You guys hungry? D, Ty, and I were probably going to order in."

"We actually have a couple of errands to run," Frankie jumps in before Santiago can open his mouth. "Gotta get this guy here to help me get something for my niece."

"Aww, I didn't know you had a niece," Melissa smiles as she leads the guys back to the front of the house, while Frankie fills her in on his upcoming trip. "That's so nice Frankie, I'm happy for you. I'm sure this guy is gonna miss you while you're gone," she nods over to Santiago.

"Ha yea, well absence makes the heart grow fonder doesn't it Pope," he smiles and slaps Santiago on the shoulder.

"I know you're in love with me, just admit it, Fish," Santiago teases as they all start to laugh.

"Alright, well I won't keep you two. Thanks for coming over, I feel a lot better about the plan for the backyard now."

"Don't mention it," Pope leans over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug which Frankie also does.

_____________________

The Neighborhood Watch

David: Liv what's the deal with the boys' party? Food? Drinks? Decor? Theme? Trying to plan my outfit.

Megan: The kids are 8. Pretty sure it's pizza, juice boxes and a cake.

Ty: But like, no alcohol at all? C'mon…

Olivia: The theme is Star Wars. I have some stuff coming from Amazon this week. Food is pizza and wings. They're letting us bring in beer and wine, that's it.

David: Noooo

Olivia: Chris had to beg his friend to even let us do that so please don't bring your Stanley cup filled with your "juice"

David: I did that one time. I didn't realize Disney was so strict about that shit.

Olivia: You almost got us all banned for life!

David: Well, we didn't … all good! 🙃

Megan: Anyway. Are you gonna need help Liv? Let me know.

Lucille: Me too. Although I want babysitting duty with Diana.

Olivia: Oh Lulu, I would love that, yes please! And yeah I may need some help.

Melissa: Count me in too 😘

Ty: Katie? You coming?

David: Right now? Probably. Isn't Will over at her place?

Ty: LUCILLE IS ON THIS CHAT

Lucille: I'm not a nun, gordito.

David: See! Lulu is down to clown with us!!

David: But seriously, Katie I hope you are having a gooooood time. 😉

Olivia: Speaking of Will, I invited him.

David: And the rest of the guys too? Frankie will be there right?! 😍

Ty sends a gif of a woman shaking her head.

Olivia: Yes lol … I told him he and the guys were invited. Shit, I need to send him the details but it sounded like they were in.

David: Well yay! I'm excited. And then we have to plan our Fourth of July BBQ!

Melissa: I can host again! Danny gets back this week.

Ty: Sure you want us all over at your place? We can host if you want some alone time with your man 😜

Melissa: All good, we love having you all over!

Melissa: Oh I totally forgot, I met the new neighbors today!

David: 👀 tell me everything

Melissa: It's a family, a man and his wife and two kids. The little boy looks like he's about the same age as Max and CJ and they have a little girl too.

Olivia: Aw yay! So exciting!!

Melissa: yeah! They seem really nice too.

Ty: Does the guy actually look like Frankie because dear God I'm not going to be able to handle David if that happens.

David: 🥵

Melissa: He does kinda look like Frankie, but just with shorter hair.

David: So we don't have competing curls to deal with?

Melissa: lol no

Melissa: He looks like the kind of guy who wears suits for his job

David: I'm listening….👀

Ty: Christ. Calm down

Megan: Did they say when they were moving in?

Melissa: I didn't get any specifics but it sounded like they are just waiting to close at this point. So hopefully soon!

Melissa: Oh and I forgot, she said that her sister is going to be moving in with them too.

Megan: Oh, you're gonna have a full house next door!

David: We should totally plan a block party to welcome them!

Melissa: I actually mentioned that and they seemed excited.

Ty: Oh jeez. He'll have a whole mood board created by tomorrow.

David: Hater!

Ty: Love you too babe!

Katie: Damn, I have a lot to catch up on.

David: THERE'S OUR GIRL

David: Is Will still there?

Katie: He left a little while ago

David: Aaaaand?

Katie: 🤦‍♀️

Ty: Please just throw him a bone otherwise he will not let it go!

Melissa: Oooo Katie, yes spill!

Katie: Let's just say Will left very relaxed 😏

David: 🎉🎉🎉

Megan: Katie also caught a glimpse of Will's cousin today on FaceTime 🥵

David: Is he hot too?

David: Of course he is. Everyone associated with that house is hot.

Katie: 😂

Katie: But yeah he was. Kinda gave me Frankie vibes a little

David: I am going to pass out

Megan: Well start bracing yourself because it sounds like he may visit sometime

David: Ok, but like I'm going to need a visual or something. To you know, prepare.

Megan: Lis we may need your detective skills on this one.

Katie: Yeah but we only know his name and where he lives.

Megan: And what he does for work and his ex-wife's name

Melissa: Oh come on, I thought you were gonna give me a hard one. That's easy. I'll get you a full breakdown by tonight 😉

A/N: Sooo…what do we think? We got a little Joel and a little Marcus. It was fun to write both of them. Don't worry, they'll be back!

Let me know if you want to be on the tag list moving forward!! Apologies if I accidentally left you off, I added it all manually and may have missed someone … just let me know!

@goodwithcheese / @gemmahale / @trulybetty / @patti7dc / @periodtsparadox / @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin / @maggiemayhemnj / @mysterious-moonstruck-musings / @avastrasposts / @meveispunk / @chaoticfestninja / @beboldbebravethings / @casa-boiardi / @katw474 / @linzels-blog / @laughing-in-th3-purple-rain / @pimosworld / @lynnchun / @anoverwhelmingdin /@lilmizmoz / @pedrit0-pascalit0 / @titlee78 / @noisynightmarepoetry / @inept-the-magnificent / @perennialdoll247 / @for-a-longlongtime / @readingiskeepingmegoing / @harriedandharrassed / @musings-of-a-rose / @anavatazes / @sherala007 / @midnightraain / @partyofone3413 / @inthedarkestnight / @millennial-teenybopper / @csarab615 / @darkheartgatita / @southernbe

#delta landscaping #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier au #pedro pascal cinematic universe

133 notes · View notes

redditpinterest · 3 months

Text

the grudge | conrad fisher

conrad fisher x female mc

summary: sometimes the person you love most can be the one who cuts you the deepest. for delaney and conrad, they haven't talked in years. not since that night. not since delaney had confessed to her best friend that she was in love with him.

word count: 3k

warning: mdni, sexual content

author's note: this is a little angsty but also cute ig

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

They say a friendship breakup feels a thousand times worse than a romantic one. Losing that person that feels like your other half, the one you could get stranded on an island with and still find something to laugh about. I suppose that it's true. Losing my best friend feels like a piece of my heart has been ripped out, thrown to the side as though it were perfectly disposable.

I hate Conrad Fisher. I hate him for making me love him. Everyday, I think about that Friday in May. That phone call, the malice in his voice. Everyday I think about it. And most of all, I hate that I made him hate me too.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Nicole had dragged me to this party, demanding for me to get my ass out of the house. I had spent all summer pent up in my room doing online classes to get a head start before starting at Stanford this year. Plus, I didn't want to risk seeing him. Knowing what he said to me. So I had let summer pass me by, not stopping to admire the feeling of the sun gracing my skin or spending all day basking in salt water. I hadn't felt the satisfying pain of a sunburn from spending the whole day outside, despite reapplying sunscreen each hour.

I guess I figured that if I could distract myself, I wouldn't have to think about what existed outside of my room. The reality that Conrad Fisher hates me, and I hate him too. It wasn't always like that. We had grown up quite the pair. I remember days where he would spin me around the kitchen of his house next door, the sweet melodies of Billy Joel filling our souls. But something so perfect can't last forever, and it's my fault for ruining it.

With Nicole's hand in mine, we step through the cream threshold of the house. I believe that it's Gigi's and her parents are gone for the weekend. The smell of alcohol immediately fills my senses, making my stomach churn, along with the blasting house music.

When Gigi spots me, she throws her arms in the air, squealing with delight.

"Look who finally decided to join us!"

She sloppily encases me with a hug, throwing her arms around my shoulders. I smile against her, missing the feeling of being around my friends.

"I've just been busy with school Gig. You know I would never purposefully miss hanging out with you."

She pulls back, rolling her eyes playfully and making Nicole hug her next.

"Yeah, right, Stanford."

We both giggle as she pours me a beer, and I take it gratefully. Though my senses prick when I feel somebody else walk in the room. I know who it is immediately, not bothering to turn around and deal with him.

Holding my cup in my hand, I smile tightly at Gigi and Nicole.

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom. Don't have too much fun without me."

Turning on my heel, I keep my head down, beelining for the bathroom. The stairs feel a mile long as the ache in my chest begins to build, each step seeming to grow double in front of me. I finally make it to the bathroom, shutting the door quickly behind me and holding my hands on the counter for support. I squeeze my eyes shut to try to relieve some of the pain, but it's no use.

I should be over this by now, it's been two years since it happened. Somebody is knocking on the door, probably some drunk girl needing to go pee, but it all sounds muffled.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Nerves eat at my stomach as I walk with Conrad on the beach. I don't know exactly when I fell in love with him, it's not like it happened suddenly. But recently it's been so overwhelming that my heart seems to ache every time I'm away from him, and on the verge of bursting when I'm near him.

He's talking about football right now, the camp that his dad's sending him to at the end of the summer. The end of May lingers like perfume, the final days of school transitioning to the beginning of summer. I can't seem to find it in me to pay attention to what he's saying, knowing that what I'm about to do will change our friendship forever. For however terrified of losing him I am, I am equally as sure that I need to tell him.

"Conrad." I say softly, my voice shaky.

He doesn't hear me, continuing to talk about dreading the drills and the shallowness of the team. I shake my head, urging myself for confidence.

"Conrad." I say, slightly louder.

This time he pauses, his head turning toward mine as I halt in the sand. My sandals feel heavy in my hand, the midday sun blazing onto my shoulders. Conrad is standing in front of me now, with his hair blowing into the coastal wind.

"What's up?" His brows are furrowed, as if confused by my demeanor.

I think my heart might actually beat out of my chest.

"I-" I start, "I've known you for like my whole life and you're my best friend."

He nods reluctantly, eyes holding mine.

"And you're mine. What's going on?"

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath in through my nose.

"I think I love you, Conrad."

When he doesn't say anything for a moment, I open my eyes. But he's not standing in front of me anymore. Conrad Fisher is walking away from me, about twenty feet up the beach. I told Conrad I loved him, and he walked away. My brain tells me to follow him, to take it back, to have never risked losing my best friend at all. But he's walking away, and my feet seem to be sinking into the sand, where I will stay until the tide washes me away.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The door of the bathroom creaks open, forcing my eyes to shoot to the intruder.

"Sorry, I was knocking but you weren't answering and I wasn't sure if you were okay-"

"Leave, Conrad."

I look at my reflection in the mirror, the yellowed light tanning my skin while I avoid connecting my gaze with him. Conrad doesn't leave. I need him to leave. Instead, he closes the door, enclosing us in the guest bathroom.

"Delaney-"

I whip around to face him, anger building in my core at his concerned tone.

"No! You don't get to say my name like that, Conrad. Not after everything."

Tears build in my eyes, two years of resentment boiling to the surface.

"We both said things we regret that night." His voice is low, dipping his head to catch my eyes.

"Yes, Conrad, we both drew blood. But you and I both know that those cuts were never equal. You ended our friendship over the fucking phone. You called me unlovable-"

My voice breaks, tears streaming down my cheeks at this point. Conrad's shaking his head like trying to forget the bad memory.

"I didn't mean it, Delaney. I didn't mean it. I was scared, and I had just ended things with Aubrey. Our friendship meant so much to me, and I was so scared of losing it." He pleads with me.

"That's exactly what you did though! I know that I started it Conrad, and I will regret that every day for the rest of my life. But I loved you, and you couldn't handle that, so you turned me into this villain."

"No, no," he shakes his head again, "you were never the villain, Delaney. I was scared because I loved you too."

The bathroom is quiet, not even our breaths daring to break the fragile atmosphere. Voices and music are muffled behind the door, and Conrad is looking at me so intensely that I swear I might have something on my face.

Conrad Fisher was my first love. They say that never really leaves you, it sticks like pollen to a hummingbird. Falling in love with him wasn't grueling, it just kind of snuck up on me. It was like I woke up one morning and realized that I had loved him this whole time. I loved the way that he snort-laughed when we would watch South Park on the couch and the way that he went to every one of my track meets. I loved the way that his hair never seemed quite put together and the way that he smelled in the morning when he picked me up for school. I was intwined with Conrad Fisher the way the moon is intwined with the tide.

"Two years-" I start, "You didn't talk to me for two years after that night."

"Because I couldn't find the words to say how sorry I was. I'd tried, Delaney. I spent months trying to figure our how to apologize. But then you got together with Braedon, and I thought that it was over, that nothing I could say would ever be enough to make you believe that if I could take back every word, I would. I never expect you to forgive me, but I need you to know that I did love you."

He pauses, looking at the mirror behind me before looking back at me. His chest rises and falls at a steady pace, in sync with mine. My eyes soften involuntarily with his confession. I'm not sure that I forgive Conrad yet. But right here, in this bathroom, it feels like two years has been nothing more than a few days. I'll be going to Stanford in a couple weeks, leaving behind my life on the east coast, at Cousins Beach. Though it feels as though we're sixteen again, stressing over driving school rather than college. I know that we've both changed so much while we were apart, but at the same time it feels natural to be with him, even if we're arguing.

Conrad's gaze is heavy on mine and I feel my heart in my throat. Without thinking too much about it, I grab the back of his neck, pulling his lips onto mine. I think that I've made a mistake when Conrad pulls back startled, face inches from mine.

But after a second, his hand comes up to my face, lips dipping to meet mine more fervently than before. Our kiss is heated, Conrad's palm heavy against my skin, the feeling of his touch both familiar and foreign. It's strange to think that he's the Conrad that I've known my entire life, yet at the same time, not.

My arms are wrapped around his neck, and his hands come to the backs of my thighs, lifting me onto the bathroom counter. I quickly wrap my legs around his waist while his hands continue to hold my thighs. My sundress sits high on my hips from the position.

"You're so fucking stunning, D."

Conrad pulls back to run his gaze over me, his pupils blown out. I take the time to do the same, glancing over his worn t-shirt, jeans, and sun kissed cheeks. Conrad's head dips down to meet my neck, his hair tickling my jawline. He sucks at my skin, finding the sweet spot just under my ear and eliciting a soft moan.

"Don't leave a mark, Connie." I breath out as my hands tangle into his hair and pull slightly.

He nips slightly at the spot, the sting causing heat to explode throughout my body before running his tongue over it artfully.

"God, you don't know how long I've waited to do this with you."

"Bite me?" I laugh out, his hands holding onto my waist.

Conrad laughs too, before shaking his head.

"No, just touch you."

My breath catches in my throat at his words, the heat of his hands on my waist burning me. He moves them up, eyes on mine before twiddling the straps of my dress between his fingers.

"It is impossible to not want you, Delaney."

His voice is low, and he brings his forehead to connect with mine. Our breaths are intertwined, the feeling of his hair between my fingers as though I were home. Back to my Conrad. Our mouths touch briefly before we both give in again. Conrad pulls me flush against him, no space between our chests. I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in, tangling with mine. The sound of his moan vibrates through me, every inch of us connected.

Conrad's fingertips dig into my thighs, rubbing them up and down while we fight for dominance. When one of his hands disappears under the hem of my dress, he pulls away slightly to look at me.

"Is this okay?"

We're both breathing heavily, and I can feel my cheeks flush.

"Of course."

Conrad looks down, watching as he bunches the floral fabric higher on my hips, revealing my light pink thong. He takes his time exploring my skin, hands groping at my bare ass, running his palm against my inner thigh. I just watch him, not daring to break the moment. And Conrad watches me, as though memorizing every piece that he touches.

When he dips down onto his knees, I feel my breath catch immediately. He looks heavenly down there, blue eyes heavy on mine as he plants a kiss onto my thigh. One kiss. Another. Each one higher up my thigh, his gaze never leaving mine as my breathing picks up. The feeling of his lips on my skin feels both right and wrong, paradoxical in the best way possible.

Conrad pauses, looking up at me from the floor.

"I need to taste you, D."

I nod, not letting myself look away.

"Words, baby."

My heart lurches at the name.

"Yes." I manage to get out.

He wastes no time, pulling the thong down my thighs and stuffing it into his back pocket. His hands pull my legs around his shoulders, and his head dips dangerously close to my core. I shudder at the feeling of his warm breath against my cunt, him still holding my thighs for support.

Conrad presses his tongue flat against me and I'm already soaking for him. I try to stifle my moans as he begins to work my clit, hands shooting out to grip his hair. When I pull a little, Conrad grunts against me, the sound filling my whole body.

My back arches with the pleasure of him this close to me, with his tongue exploring the most intimate part of me. He circles my clit some more, pleasure instantly building as I my hips involuntarily attempt to grind against him.

"Patience, baby." Conrad grips my hips and I feel him smile against me.

"Stop smiling down there, Connie. This isn't funny."

He laughs softly before dipping his tongue into my cunt, the feeling immediately halting our bickering. The pleasure is unlike anything else, especially when his fingers begin to rub at my clit, working both of them at the same time. My breathing picks up, the pressure of an orgasm building low in my stomach.

When I feel myself getting close, I pull Conrad away.

"I need you."

He stands, his body in between my legs. With him close to me, my fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. I'd been around Conrad shirtless lots of times growing up. But it was never like this, never where I would touch him. Football had toned his body, and I take a moment to admire him.

"Done staring?"

I roll my eyes, reaching forward to cup his dick over his jeans, making his breath catch.

"Shut up Conrad."

"Mhm." He whimpers, rolling his hips into my hand.

Conrad holds his body up with one arm on the wall behind me, the other gripping my hip as if I could disappear any second. Despite him dry-humping my hand, I can't help but think that he's never looked this beautiful in our entire lives.

Needing him as soon as possible, my fingers fumble at his belt, pulling his jeans down. He takes initiative, sliding his dick out of his boxers and grabbing a condom from the pocket of his jeans. Fuck, he's big. I tentatively meet his hand, the feeling of his cock in my palm making me want him even more.

"Please." I practically beg.

His gaze his heavy on mine as my hand pumps his dick.

"Such a good girl for me, begging for my dick."

Conrad's hand comes to rest around my throat, and my thighs clench at the thought of him choking me. I nod at him, urging him to squeeze. When he does, I can't help the load moan that comes from me.

"Oh my god." He breathes out as I line his dick up with my entrance, the tip brushing against my folds.

"Are you sure?" Conrad asks as we both prepare to have him inside me.

"Always."

He pushes forward, his dick filling me up immediately, my eyes screwing shut from the feeling. He waits a second, allow both of us to adjust before he begins to move. I know that I won't last long, especially from coming so close when he was eating me out.

With him pumping in and out of me and his hand on my throat, Conrad dips his head to kiss me again. It's slow in contrast to his dick, feeling much more intimate than anything else we've done.

"You're it for me, Delaney."

When we both finish, Conrad slumps against me, face nuzzled into my neck. My arms are wrapped around his back, mine resting against the mirror.

'I've missed you." I hear him say, voice muffled as he strokes my hair.

"Yeah, me too. I feel like I got a piece of me back."

Conrad smiles at this, both of us not knowing what the future holds for us. All I know is I still love him as much as I did two years ago, when I confessed at the beach.

"Please don't walk away from me again."

"Never, baby."

#conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty #conrad x reader #jeremiah fisher #tsitp #Spotify #tsitp conrad #team conrad #belly conklin

105 notes · View notes

lesbianamalvada · 2 months

Text

I'm sorry girlies but I just DO NOT get Darlington's appeal. He's a fine character, maybe it's just the lesbian in me, but him and Alex seem SO FORCED. Plus it's a "slow burn" but we know what the fuck you're gonna do Bardugo!! Idk it's just so forced, ntm they've barely spent anytime together because Dumbass Darlington walked into monster month (and his last thoughts were blaming Alex for it, lmfaoo). And the interaction they do have together is dull, sorry! Alex is such a cool character and she has more chemistry with literally EVERYONE ELSE in the cast.

I mean just look at the descent in Hell Bent where we get a backstory of all the characters. Pamela Dawes isn't loud and out-of-this-world like most Bardugo characters. She feels so realistic, but is still so interesting. We see how she has crippling anxiety from developing too fast, how she hides behind her academia, how she's torn up about killing Blake. She's so understated but so real and relatable for it.

We see how Turner struggles with being a cop and trying to be a bastard, how he literally killed his mentee for what he believes in, how he tries to be a fighter for good and his people in a world that rewards him for doing the opposite. Even his spirituality is handled respectfully and he's just a really well done character.

Then we have Tripp, we've all met a Tripp, all the privilege in the world but you can't even hate him for it cause he's been too sheltered to ever develop a mean bone in his body. Except we see how he dealt with abuse from his cousin all his life. We see how Spenser just gets away with it, and I empathized with Tripp when he let Spenser die. (Which btw he's not technically a murderer for that but WHATEVER LEIGH) After the descent I did a full 180 on his character!

And Mercy is so fun. She's not familiar with the world of magic and looks at it with hopeful-Harry-Potter-fan eyes, she's like a conduit for the reader in a way the jaded Alex can't be. But also if you think about her backstory is VERY dark. She was violated in the most horrible way by this magic before she even knew it existed. And now she wants to harness that same magic so she's never put in that position again. She kills a man because Alex tells her to, because she thinks this is some sort of Hogwarts adventure. And then at the end of the book you see grasp what Lethe is, and her tension with Alex is *chef's kiss* so good!

Ughh and thenn we have Darlington...what's Darlington's big murderer moment? The thing that made him eligible for a scholarship at Demon University? He *checks notes* pulled the life support on his dying geriatric grandpa at the man's own request....okayy. Surely there's something else? Well you see Darlington's always wanted to believe in magic! Just like all of us! It's like he's trying to hard to represent us fantasy readers, but by the second book Mercy already accomplishes this and does it better. And I guess you can say he had neglectful parents but it's just handled so unrealistically I couldn't believe it. 1. Once the grandpa was dead and Darlington was a minor his parents could have easily torn down that shitty house. 2. Darlington would legally belong to them, they wouldn't have to turn off the electricity to freeze him out of the house, they could call CPS who would bust down the doors and give him to his parents. 3. His whole backstory relies on a crusty house?? Really?? 4. I'm tired of the poor little rich boy trope. I'd rather have characters like Tripp, yes they've had their own struggles but wealth has shielded them, instead of unrealistic characters like Darlington. It's even worse because Leigh tries to frame Alex's and Darlington's childhood as "two sides of the same coin' when it's not that at all!

And you'd think Demon Danny would have a little spice but, no? I guess he enjoyed punishing people and making them suffer (told, not show) and he has urges to do it again? But more importantly we need to know that he REALLY REALLY wants to fuck Alex. Also he will serve Alex TiL tHe EnD oF dAyS! He's also her personal slave now and she can make him do whatever. Demon Danny is starting to feel like a fetish, okay? IT'S. SO. FORCED. They barely had any chemistry before the dumbass walked straight into Hell, but I see why Alex's destructive nature would put her on a suicide mission for his rescue. But now he's dreaming about her in his perfect future? They're cosmically connected to each other? It's so funny because they are both way closer to Pamela Dawes but just fuck her I guess.

Anyway I think Darlington lacks substance and he's not good enough for Alex BUT i'm hoping I'll like him more in book 3. Can any Darlington fans give me your interpretation of the character and why you like him? I really don't like feeling this way since he's such a big part of the story and sometimes a different analysis is all you need. As of right now he's the embodiment "Go girl! Give us nothing!" for me.

#ninth house #hell bent #alex stern #leigh bardugo #pamela dawes #darlington #captain turner #abel turner #tripp helmuth #mercy zhao #alex stern series #hell bent spoilers #ninth house spoilers

21 notes · View notes

faericore · 9 months

Text

Gf!Aespa's reaction to helping you through your period pains/issues

Struggling myself rn and just want some fluff to write

Karina / Jimin

100% a cuddle bug

Will attack you all day and all night with hugs

UNLESS!! You're having a hot flush where your body's overheating for no reason...

Then she doesn't want to make it worse but she still wants contact so she'd probably still be holding your hand or have a hand on your arm or somewhere

Just as long as she knows you're there

Will probably encourage you to keep up with your normal tasks (like housework) to try and keep your routine as normal as possible

Plus keep you distracted

But equally she'd know when to give up and let you chill if she can really see you're struggling

Overall just cute and cuddly but still tries to keep things as normal as possible

Giselle / Aeri

Soft and gentle gf Aeri era T^T

Will literally do anything and everything to try and help!!

Cuddles? Done.

Chocolate? Done.

Need a drink refill and you can't be bothered even though its like 2 ft away from you? Done.... But she will tease you for that one 🤣

The type of gf that talks quieter and more gently when she knows you're in pain or struggling

Generally I see her the type to just put on your favourite movie or tav series and cuddle next to you while you both quietly watch it together

Winter / Minjeong

Ningning / Yizhuo

Let's be real... Minjeong doesn't ever show much affection and that ain't gonna be changing

Instead I feel like her humour would heighten

Like she'll let her humour and your laughter do the healing for you both

Constantly making jokes and terrible puns that she laughs at too and even going slapstick with stupid faces and silly dances

Your stomach will probably still hurt after all...

.....but it's nicer to be hurting from laughter that cramps

....the mildly panicked gf

The type who will not only try to help you with all your needs but will run around the house tearing it all down as she goes

It all comes from a good place though

She cares about you so much that she gets stressed when you're not ok

So in turn will do anything to make you ok

Often resulting in more than what you asked for

Can you pass me that cushion? You mean every pillow off of our bed?

Can we watch a movie? A movie marathon!? Let's go!!

I'm craving this snack... OK so we didn't have it at home and so I went to the store but they had 3 different brands and I don't know which you like so I bought all 3 for you to try!!

Pure definition of a golden retriever gf

#aespa #aespa giselle #aespa karina #aespa winter #aespa ningning #Aespa fem reader #aespa reactions

96 notes · View notes

worriedvision · 10 months

Text

Homemaker part 2 - Gorou

Gender neutral reader, angst. Part 1 here. Open end here, could be interpreted as happy or sad.

You woke up a week after the break up, still unable to bring yourself to move out or remove the pictures of you and Gorou together. You didn't get much sleep, but occasionally you got a good hour in.

When you wake up, however, you see a group of soldiers from the sakoku tying you up, moving to drag you into the living room.

"What's happening?" You foolishly ask, not yet fully awake.

One of the soldiers crouches down, facing you as the others begin to go through the rooms, looking for items. See, someone had discovered you were dating the General of the opposing faction, and the soldiers saw that as a possible source of information. They devised a plan between each other to make you tell them any plans you knew of. If you didn't give information? Well, those pictures would be the first to be torn apart.

"Your sweet dog boyfriend is a topic of interest to us." The soldier explains. "See, he is against the Shogun's words. You need to help us with arresting him, as he is a very bad man."

Instead of indulging in any details, which you had none of, you simply stare at them. There was no way this was legal for them, surely they would have taken a more civilized approach if they were to question you. You also took note of the fact they didn't use his name, perhaps this was a trap for you to verify your boyfriend was Gorou.

"I'd speak up if I were you." A soldier pipes up, holding an anniversary gift you planned to give Gorou, him opening the letter and putting on an act as they read it out loud. "Aww, it would be a shame if you were to lose this gift."

The gift doesn't mean anything anymore, but you still tear up at the words. It hurts to realise that your relationship has ended, and you still haven't removed the gift. Hearing other people throw down the picture frames with your pictures grounded you to what was happening in the moment, and seeing the broken picture frames only made you feel even worse.

When they realise you still aren't talking at the havoc happening, they decide to trash the place even more. Finding anything that can cause noise or disrupt the tidiness of the rooms, they go to flip furniture and break any vases.

"What do we have here? I was just taking a stroll, and I hear the most...disruptive sounds from this house." You hear someone say, unfamiliar but clearly not with the group.

"Mind your business, detective." The soldier in front of you grumbles. "We're doing our part."

"Kujou Sara may not agree. " The man shrugs. "Plus, you are going much too fast to intimidation tactics."

"They aren't gonna sing unless we scare them." The soldier retorts, the man standing by the door raising a brow. The man looks over his shoulder, and he spots someone. Gesturing for the person to rush over, the man doesn't reply to the statement. "What, you gonna bring more soldiers? They'll just agree."

"Kujou Sara, I doubt you have authorised this behaviour." The man hums out, the soldiers suddenly standing up and clearly fearful of getting caught.

The man at the door escorts you out of the house, Kujou Sara patting you on the back and apologising before you hear the men become cowards, begging for forgiveness.

"I'm not telling you anything." You huff, the man laughing.

"it wasn't my intention, don't worry," The man states. "I'll take you to the station to get your statement."

The man, who you discover to be Shikanoin Heizou, makes sure to let you explain your situation. The conversation doesn't last all that long, given what little information you had to give, and Heizou informs you of something you were reluctant to do.

"I'll need to get you to Watatsumi Island." Heizou states, your face deflating. "You won't be safe here. At least in Watatsumi Island, you won't be targeted like this."

"But I was there a week ago! I was even escorted back, so why is it now I can't protect myself? I was with Gorou for ages!" You huff, crossing your arms.

"Well, given the reason you were targeted, even if you have broken up it's unsafe." Heizou explains. "I can't take you there myself, however I will make arrangements with some soldiers from Watatsumi Island."

Here you were, being escorted by the same guy to Her Excellency. Upon entering the room, you see her there with your ex. When you walk in, Gorous head shoots up. He rushed over, pulling you in as he mumbled thank yous to the archons for your safety. Kokomi informed him of the situation, and he was hopeful you'd be willing to talk about the problems with the relationship.

He knew he was distant due to the war, he hated himself for not disclosing anything but the integrity of his missions relied on it. It hurt him so bad when he found out you had the idea that he didn't love you anymore, and you didn't even want to see him, and to have you physically there helped him so much.

In the same way you couldn't sleep very well after your breakup, he couldn't sleep either. The bags under his eyes were not from his work, they were from him blaming himself for letting you feel neglected. When he found out your house had been broken into, the anonymous tip explaining some soldiers had intended on praying information from you about him, he couldn't stop fearing the possibility of something worse happening to you when you were heading to Watatsumi Island once again.

While Gorou couldn't stop working, he decided to take you along to catch up on what was happening once you could start working on the frontline. Even if you couldn't do anything, he would find some excuse for you to which Kokomi would agree.

Gorou was desperate to show you how much he thought about you during his time in the war, and in the future of this war, he only wishes you're willing to be there as well.

#gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #angst #gorou imagines #gorou x gender neutral reader #gorou #gorou x reader #heizou #kokomi

63 notes · View notes

ahgasegotarmy116 · 4 months

Note

1. did father-in-law!jungkook desire oc even before he slept with her for the first time? he didn't agree to his son and oc's marriage immediately, but when he slept with her, he mentioned that he had been thinking about them together for a long time? did their infertility struggles make it easier for him to get to her?

2. would it be worse for oc if she lived with her in-laws, in the sense that jungkook would provoke her even more, possibly be even more daring by subtly rubbing his bulge against her ass knowing that they could get caught, cause their so's are in the house? i feel like it would've opened a whole new gate to their affair, probably more sex? risky sex too?

I answered quite a few of your questions from the first part in Ask 4 so for sure check that one out if you haven't already and be sure to send another ask if you have any follow up questions hehe

For the second one why don't I let them speak for themselves...

I stand up as tall as I can, trying to get the pitcher on the top shelf so I can make some lemonade for us all but before I'm able to reach it I feel someone pressed up against my back and see a hand reaching up and grabbing it for me with ease.

"Thanks Honey!" I say lovingly and feel a hand snake around my waist making me lean into him. "You're welcome angel" I hear whispered in my ear and I freeze up at the voice before turning around and shoving him off.

"Jungkook what the fuck?" I ask, trying to keep my voice down so I don't alert Mrs. Jeon in the other room. "What? I just wanted to help you. You're the one who leaned back into me" he says coming back towards me and placing a hand on my waist but I push him off again before he can get any closer.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're really getting hard right now just from that?" I say taking note of the growing bulge in his pants. I try to walk out of the kitchen after seeing that but Jungkook grabs my wrist keeping me here. "I'm not done talking to you love" he says taunting me. "Well I'm done talking to you" I say trying to slip my hand out of his grasp but he grabs on tighter and pull me back.

"I have a proposition for you" he says rubbing circles on the inside of my wrist to soothe the pain that he caused. "Last time you propositioned me was when I got myself into this mess with you so whatever it is the answer is no" I say and he stops my continued efforts of trying to get away from him because he knows no matter what I won't cause a scene. Especially not in my own house.

"I was wondering, since my son is gone for a majority of the year with all of the trips I'm having to send him on wouldn't it be easier for you and the children were to stay with us when he's gone? In fact you could probably consider moving in since 'Grandma' would be there most of the time to help" he asks while looking at me over the rim of his glass.

"Never. Gonna. Happen. My children and I-" he raises a brow at me leaving me take a quick glance around before complying. "Our children and I need our own space and I do not want to impose on Mrs. Jeon. Plus I want to stay as far away from you as possible at all times so why would I subject myself to that kind of torture?" I say, surprised that he would eve think it would be something I would consider.

"The nanny is perfectly capable if lending me a helping hand so I won't need your help to that extent. Both of you are welcome to come see the children but I would prefer if you were to both come together since your random visits have made me very uncomfortable" I say hoping he'll hear me out and alter his behavior.

"It's cute that you think we would do something like that love. My wife and I only go to places together when absolutely required like say when we're at formal events. This simple family time that I would like to have isn't going to be one of those cases. So I guess that means I'm still welcome to come" he says knowing that he would anyway even if I were to say no.

"Just show some common courtesy and text me before you come over" I ask hoping that he'll at least start doing that. "Mmm I will if I feel like it but no promises" he say tapping twice under my chin and walking away.

'Just when I thought he couldn't get anymore crazy he tries to get me to do that? Un fucking believable'.

"Hey honey did you need any help in here?" Mrs. Jeon asks, making her way into the kitchen after I had been cutting up some lemons for a few minutes after Jungkook had left. "No that's okay don't worry about it. I got it" I say and start using the juicer to get us some fresh lemonade but she insists nonetheless.

"The children have been asking for you outside so why don't you let me take this over" she insists again. "Oh yeah then I guess if you don't mind" I say wiping my hands on a towel, not wanting her to get suspicious of my determination in declining her help since she had a good reason to come and take over.

"Of course not! I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to sweetie" she says laughing and sending me on my way. I look back at her after I've taken a few step and just watch as she starts putting all the ingredients together.

She's such a beautiful and kind person so I don't know why Jungkook would ever want to cheat on someone like her. Then again nothing that he does seems to make any sense. She's too good for him and it's sad to see her locked into the clearly loveless marriage they're in.

"Mommy, mommy come on! I want to show you the drawings I did with the sidewalk chalk that grandpa got me!" my daughter says, tugging on my skirt. "Alright love I'm coming" I say, smiling down at her and laugh as she drags me outside when I'm not going fast enough.

Hope that answered your questions 🥰

Taglist: @jkslipppiercing @trina864 @kaitieskidmore97 @goddesofimortality @coolbluedude @00frenchfries00 @bangtans-momma @coralmusicblaze @pastelpinkjoon @joonwater @marvelbun @j3nni-rs @evidive @beomieboi @forevrglow @jesssssmaybankk @teugiie @chaconnelatte @whoa-jo @snehal @xumyboo @mindurbuzznezz @diorh0seokie @hehurst23 @caro134340lina @ye0nvibezzn @olimpiiaa @hrtsj1m @junecat18 @ellesalazar @babycandy111 @felixz4life @lively-potter @esther-kpopstan @gyukookswhore @iveivory

#do it for him #asks #jungkook fanfic

24 notes · View notes

squishysquid88 · 6 months

Text

Secretive Sickness

Anybody else a chaggie fan? cuz I am.

this fic is about a very sick vaggie who tries her best to hide the fact that she's not feeling to great. however, time will tell just how long she can last.

T.W. mild cursing. If you aint cool with that, then......be warned

NOW ON WITH THE TALE!!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vaggie woke up feeling like shit, and it wasn't the normal kind either. her grey skin was doused in sweat, her throat felt dry and scratchy, her nose was red and stuffy, and her body was like it weighed 1000 pounds. not to mention the horrible headache. which included several sharp pains constantly stabbing at her skull. She groaned as she sat up, careful not to make too much noise. She didn't want to wake Charlie, who was peacefully snoring beside her. She dragged her legs to the side of the bed, her muscles felt soar and lazy, but she persisted. As soon as she got up, vaggie felt a wave of dizziness overflow her body. She stumbled for a moment but quickly brought herself back to her feet.

"That's annoying," she mouthed as she made her way toward the bathroom.

As soon as she took a glance at the mirror, Vaggie felt utterly disgusted at her reflection. her face looked puffy and exhausted, her hair looked like it could house a small family of rats, and her eyebags only made her look more depressing. Vaggie already felt like shit, and now she had to look like shit on top of that, what a shitty situation.

"nnnggghhhhhggh"

after properly dressing and taming her wild mane, Vaggie made her way downstairs to begin her busy day. Though she would rather go back to bed and take a load off, she knew she couldn't. Charlie didn't have work today, and there was no way in hell Vaggie was gonna make Charlie take care of her on her day off. Plus, with one person already gone she needed to pick up the slack, she couldn't have the hotel running behind on her watch oh no no.

Today's list of deeds included:

Help nifty and angel with cleaning and clearing rooms of their old furniture

unloading and transferring all of the newly ordered furniture from the delivery trucks to the hotel

moving said furniture into the previously cleared out and cleaned rooms,

keeping Angel from flirting with the delivery workers

properly file and deliver financial agreements and payments.

needles to say, today was definitely going to be a hard day's work.

Vaggie tried her best to make it down to the second floor without letting her legs collapse underneath her. Vaggie didn't even think she could get sick in hell, but nonetheless, here we are. The stairs felt like murder on her weakened muscles. With every step she only felt more and more dizzy. She wanted to turn around but it was too late now, she was too close to the second floor, where she and the others would begin their work. as she escaped the stairs grasp, Angel was the first to spot her.

"Bout' time tutts, where have you b-" angel hesitated on account of seeing vaggies appearance. "her are you doing ok, no offence or anythin' but you look like shi-"

"I'm fine Angel!" Vaggie interrupted, aware of what he was about to say "shall we?"

~~~~~~~~

As the day went on Vaggie felt herself getting shakier and shakier. Her limbs felt weak and unable while her headache only grew worse. angle and nifty continuously gave each other concerning looks upon hearing vaggies grunts and grumbles, Finally, nifty spoke up.

"Miss Vaggie, are you sure your feeling alright? We can always take a break if you feel like y-"

"No," Vaggie interrupts, again.

"I'm fine, lets just get this over with, we only have so much time until the delivery trucks get here." she said, the scratch in her voice leaking through her words

"A-Alright, if you say so" Nifty got back to work, trying not to question it.

They only had about two rooms to go, that's when Vaggie stepped away to go check on the preparations for the delivery. however, she was shocked to spot Charlie in the hallway just ahead of her. Vaggie hid and quick, she knew that if Charlie so much as looked at her she would immediately know she was sick. Vaggie hated worrying her, even worse she hated hiding from her, but that didn't matter. right now, she needed to focus on her job, nothing more, nothing less. she walked fast, despite her dizziness, and tried to brush past Charlie before she could get a good look at her face. Charlie noticed her and called out for her girlfriend.

"Vaggie!" Charlie sounded eager

"Sorry hun, in a rush, talk to you later!" Vaggie waved. trying to sound as clear as possible, worried that her voice would come out scratchy or cracked.

"Vaggie wait!" Charlie was already worried, but Vaggie was already long gone.

(thank fuck) vaggie thought (this hotel might be a rundown piece of crap but it sure is intricate).

Vaggie arrived at the main floor, when she saw delivery trucks parked outside the front door she couldn't help but be annoyed

"Why are they so early, they weren't supposed to be here for another hour!" vaggie grumbled.

She marched towards Alastor and Husk near the front. "there a bit early, don't you think" she thought outloud

"no kiddin' " barked husk

"well, better get started. hope angel and nifty are about done with the rooms" she said, taking a moment to scan Alastor for anything out of the ordinary

-He leaned over in response

"And what exactly do you want?" Vaggie growled

"why my dear, I should be asking you the same thing, being as though you were staring at me a great deal just a few moments ago." he blinked "though, are you quite sure you should be working?" he smiled

"Oh? don't tell me your worried about me?" Vaggie spat out.

"Perhaps, if worried means cautious then I do suppose I am" he replied

Silence filled the air

"After all" Alastor started "you do mean a great deal to out dear little princess, it would be a shame if anything happened to her beloved partner in crime, no?" he finished

"¿Qué tal si cierras la boca, pequeño pedazo de mierda?" Vaggie grumbled.

Alastor squinted, but hushed up anyway.

"Piche Puta" she uttered

Vaggie didn't like it when Alastor talked about Charlie in any way shape or form, she just didn't. She didn't really understand how Charlie could be so excepting either, she swore Charlie was just too good for hell. ...to good for her.

(Charlie) her name was the only thing she could think about

~~~~~

About half way in and vaggie feels exhausted. Her body felt numb and shaky, and her head continued to throb and pound on the walls of her scull. Vaggie needed to lay down, desperately.

Despite her now posseted demon strength, Vaggie still felt utterly and completely helpless the entire time they were working. Normally she was able to lift 10x the amount she was now easy, but at the moment vaggie was stumbling and wobbling all over the place. Husk didn't notice, he was too busy yelling at one of the workers for sneaking a shot of his booze. Alastor on the other hand, he definitely noticed, but simply chose to stay quiet. The freaky smile on his face seemed to say enough.

(Just a few more boxes) Vaggie though as she reached out for another.

However, one she took hold of the heavy box she soon felt another wave of painful dizziness, only this time she couldn't hope to balance herself like before. Vaggie felt her legs collapse beneath her, a loud ringing flooded her ears as she came crashing to the ground. the box following her trail, came crashing down just the same, Vaggie couldn't find the energy to get back up, instead, she felt the world around her begin to fade out and away as she slowly closed her eyes. now, Vaggie lay unconscious of the floor, the last thing she would hear before completely passing out would be,

"Vaggie!" Charlie screamed as she ran towards her.

~~~~~

Vaggie woke up in their bedroom, a blanket across her legs and a wet rag ~that felt amazing on the boiling skin of her face~ laid carefully across her forehead. oh and of course, a very worried girlfriend, that sat right across from her in a chair.

"c-Charlie" vaggie said weakly

"Vaggie!" Charlie practically tackled her

"Mierda!" vaggie cried

"why didnt you tell me!" charlie squeezed

Vaggie stayed silent

"I've been looking for you all morning! I-I knew something was wrong! but then as soon as I find you, you-you ran away from me" Charlie leaned back her arms still holding vaggies "you never run away from me" Charlie cried

Vaggie felt guilty, she glanced away and tried not to make too much eye contact, but Charlie wouldn't have it.

"Vaggie look at me," she took Vaggies face in her palm." Why didn't you tell me?

"I- I didn't want you to worry you " Vaggie looked down

"Its your day off, I didn't want to make you take care of me, and- and I knew that if you saw me like this then you would completely waste your time looking after me." vaggie looked up "you already do so much,"

"And you don't?!" said Charlie "Vaggie, you mean so much more to me that any day off-" "Exactly!" Vaggie interrupted "you needed a break-" "So do you!" Charlie snapped

"Vaggie, you work so hard, too hard. this is only proof of that. You push and push and you never let yourself breath, for hells sake! and whats worse, even when you're burnt out and hurting, you still wont let me take care of you! " Tears pecked at the edges of Charlies eyes. vaggie had no words,

"Vaggie, you need to understand that I care about you too, its not one sided. you're my girlfriend Vaggie, not my servant." Charlie lifted Vaggies hands up to her lips, "and I'm here for you," she kissed Vaggies knuckles, "no one else,"

"I-" Vaggies eyes had began to water "I'm sorry" she finished. it was at that moment, Vaggie finally felt safe enough to relax, she let it all out, all of her tears, all of her pain, and all of her shit. And all, while being gently cradled in the arms of her caring girlfriend.

~~~~~~

The two had been sitting silence for over an hour now, Vaggie had fallen asleep, and Charlie had been happily holding her in her arms, occasionally planting a kiss on Vaggies head. Vaggie was prone to growling or cursing in her sleep, as well as throwing a feeble punch or two.(sometimes not so feeble, Charlie can confirm) but Charlie always thought it was cute.

"my little tiger" she whispered. Charlie couldn't help but squeeze Vaggie just a little tighter, to her surprise, Vaggie had squeezed back.

"oh, I'm sorry vaggie did I wake you" charlie was quick to apologize

"..."

"Vaggie?

"-how did you know?" Vaggie asked

"what do you mean?" Charlie felt confused

"you said that you knew something was wrong earlier, how did you know? I remember leaving before you woke up, so you wouldn't notice anything. But you did, how?"

"hmmm, it, it was the smell,"

"the smell?" Vaggie scoffed

"yes the smell" Charlie laughed

"when I woke up, it smelled different, it smelled less like you. less like you and more like, well, sick. you could say it smelled like weakness." Charlie continued

"and you know this... how?"

"mm, instincts?"

"could you describe it?" Vaggie asked

"I can try, lets see. Normally when I wake up, It smells like dark chocolate and mint. its a bitter sweet fragrance than I only every started to smell the first night we spent together. at first it struck my lungs with a sort of knotty feeling, almost as if I wanted to sneeze or spit the taste out all together, but then it filled my body with a warm sugary sent that made me want to hold my breath and hang onto it for as long as I could before I had to let it go. and when it does leave my body, it leaves with a cool and calming trail of green leaves behind it, which only makes me feel more at ease then, I already do when you're near me. and as I've gotten more and more used to your sent, I've gotten more and more familiar with it, and as I continued to take you in the sweeter and sweeter the sent became."

Vaggie blushed hard into Charlies chest

But, this morning... this morning it smelt different. instead of a bitter sweat mint, it smelt more like a sour weed. the bitter beginning felt more like a sharp thorn, and the warm essence spiraled into a sour acidic flavor that clogged my nose and made me want to cough. the cool and calming leaves that I had once smelt before, turned into dying weeds and blowing dust. it was just sooo..."

"...shitty?" Vaggie finished

"yea, shitty, lets go with that" Charlie smiled.

Charlie kissed her one final time before insisting she go back to sleep.

"I love you Vaggie,"

"I love you too sunshine,"

"what's sunshine?"

"... its what you smell like" Vaggie said as she nuzzled her nose into the crook of Charlies neck, Charlie giggled at the ticklish feeling. Vaggie took a deep breath in,

"yup, sunshine," she nuzzled further "such an amazing smell," she said as she hazily drifted back to sleep.

"Buenas noches, mi amor" she mumbled.

Charlie smiled holding her tightly, humming sweet lullabies into the ear of her beloved girlfriend.

#chaggie #charlie x vaggie #sick #carring #fanfiction #charlie morningstar #vaggie #hazbin hotel #cute

34 notes · View notes

seth-burroughs · 6 months

Note

What drinks do you think the Amaterasu peeps would have

While the game only mentions coffee I cannot accept them all drinking coffee that's boring

I hardly know what even constitutes as a drink in the common understanding of the term as I'm a polish man living under a rock, and thus I have done extensive research on the classification of liquids and it basically turns out anything that's liquid is a drink unless it isn't -- which, okay, fuck you. I have forgotten what the original ask might've entailed and thus the answer evolved into "assigning every character affiliated with amaterasu corp what drinks they'll like" which *scrolls up* close enough whatever, forcing you to listen anyway. List of characters I count for the amaterasu folks: makoto, huesca, akira, swank, seth, martina, yomi, dominic, guillaume, fake zilch (amaterasu's officially licensed hitman & one of """yomi's closest advisors""" whatever the fuck that means because you and I both know that yomi wouldn't accept advice from anybody unless that's just a fancy word for a very platonic companion whom he has a very strong, passionate, very platonic mind you brotherly bond a bromance a comradeship if you will,)

Swank is goldwasser personified. He loves that shit. Also always has a bimber (or vodka/starka. but preferably bimber) bottle on hand too, no one knows where he stores it he just kinda reaches into his coat and gets it

Me 🤝 Seth (tea drinkers). Has to have tea at least two times a day, doesn't matter what kind they'll drink anything as long as it has leaves in it. Favourites include black tea (optional honey and lemon), mint, chamimole, melissa and sage. He's also partial to pickle juice (makes his own pickles in the basement, they're not wasting any of that pickle water he's chugging that shit just to feel something) and pouring cucumber soup (filtered) to a cup and just drinking it. I don't know what's with Seth and cucumbers. Also would like kefir, probably.

Guillaume likes anything that's sweet or fizzy or whatever, has to have a stash of oranżada and coca-cola somewhere in his house at all times. Sometimes she just opens the cola and lets it degas in the fridge call that a. I don't know. Often makes hot chocolate. Once it offered to give Seth some but was extremely disturbed when he ate the milk skins too and that was the last time she did it for him. Not a drink, but she also eats tangerines and grapefruit via biting it with her shark teeth and sucking out the juices then tossing up the dried fruit remains into the trash can

Dominic makes kompot, you know, the polish juice that's warm and significantly worse and watery as fuck and all your older family members love it for some reason even though. But we all got our preferences whatever. Get this man some wine too.

Speaking of wine, Yomi is Kanai Ward's resident wine man if it has wine in it's name he's gonna drink it, especially mulled wine. Also likes champagne and nalewka. Plus has a fondness for fanta (or any carbonated drink with fruit flavors) but he took it into his head that it's cringe now or not respectable anymore or for 12 year olds only. No one cares except for him, it's a fucking drink. But he also thinks soy feminizes men and Makoto is putting chemicals in the rain so that's not the worst one of his beliefs by a long shot

Martina nominated for #1 coffee drinker, also really likes inka which is just polish coffee but without caffeine. probably a cappuchino enjoyer i don't know never had coffee it smells like shit

Dr. Huesca has sworn off alcohol, to be honest he has sworn off everything that isn't essential to survival because he's always on that fucking grind (unethical research), and probably hates himself or something. He likes water that's preferably fresh. Doesn't have to be though it's not like it can expire right.

Akira... probably likes soured milk. also, he eat kogel mogel like it's a drink you're supposed to eat it with a spoon not sip it like like a fine cup of cocoa

Fake Zilch survives off of 7 cans of monster a day. As a rule of thumb, the more genuinely terrible a drink is, the more he likes it

Makoto probably also has an egregious taste (his profile says he likes raw ham and dislikes olives, which in my eyes makes every opinion that man has automatically invalid) but I don't think humanity has yet discovered the kinda drinks he'd like yet so- oh wait, theres the leftover salad sauce/juice. and kefir. and mountain dew.

#the i did not proofread this tag #AND I WON'T. I DON'T WANT TO #thanks for the ask!!! (while were here: to the guy who asked about makoto and fake zilch a few weeks ago - sorry im not strong enough yet)#(one day....)#mine #ask #rain code #swank catsonell #seth burroughs #martina electro #yomi hellsmile #guillaume hall #dominic fulltank #makoto kagutsuchi #mdarc akira #dr. huesca

20 notes · View notes

aesolerin · 19 days

Note

hey. heyehyhey. remember that talk we had about Leper's broken sword and the symbolism of how he broke and all that

well, it gets BETTER/WORSE. and all the more interesting to think about! Wanna know what he says in DD2 when given a whetstone, to sharpen his broken blade?

like, on its surface, it seems simple: he's just projecting and using it as a way to mourn the loss of his looks due to the onset of his disease, right?

Except! (as we talked about): his sword breaking had nothing to do with his looks!(1)

after all, here he is, with his full blade in hand right before the deed that ended with both of them broken: already in his leper gear at this point, with all the symbolic weight that has. (plus just what it could mean in the mundane narrative sense, if we put all our reality warping headcanons aside for just a second, lol) he likely still considered blade still 'handsome', then, as it hasn't shattered yet, no? (and his word choice when talking about it is interesting, too - his blade didn't just break, it shattered. for all that they're synonyms, one word carries a lot more violent and explosive imagery than the other, doesn't it? that this is the word he comes up with when thinking about this moment... it has a lot of interesting implications for how he looks back on it. plus, using it as a way to describe the outcome of his actions here, even if only partially, brings some level of... unintentionality to the consequences, I suppose? i dunno the best way to phrase it, but, like: when it comes to how we use the word in the English language, people knowingly break things all time, whether metaphorically or literally; people break locks to get access to things/places otherwise unavailable to them; "you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet"; ending a romantic relationship with someone is called a breakup, etc. for all that the term implies some level of damage, it's often a controlled use of damage, or something that can be fixed back up later with few repercussions. it's not too dire or drastic for something to end up broken, I guess is what I'm getting at.

For something to have shattered, though? that's almost always implies that the damage wasn't a knowing/intended consequence. At the very least that they did more damage than intended; one would very rarely go out of their way to shatter someone's heart during a break up; if someone shatters a mirror due to punching it, they likely weren't thinking rationally when trying to rid of their reflection; a kid shattering a house's window is gonna get in big trouble if found out, whether that was their goal or not. And that's also part of it - if a person did expect they'd shatter something with their actions, it ascribes to them a level of cruelty and callousness that the word 'break' just doesn't come with as subtextual baggage.

all of which is to say; while the Leper may or may not have expected to come out of his own purge broken, it would have been FAR more self-destructive if he went in expecting it to be shattered by the end. As such, it's very hard for me to think the level of self-damage done was intentional on his part. BUT ANYWAYS. back to the actual topic of this ask xD) What exactly was it that he thought was 'handsome' about his symbolic self before this, as compared to after? Was it the full weight, even as necessary as he thought it was, of killing his own subjects in cold bloo,d and thus no longer being able to truthfully say he'd never knowingly brought harm to those from his kingdom? Was it some level of happiness or enjoyment he got out of the action, thinking such a thing made him monstrous or sadistic?

Was it the calculated cruelty he was able to act with, meaning he at least partially abandoned any beliefs he may have had in kindness and empathy in interacting with others?

However you interpret such a thought process, his interactions with Jester would likely be a huge fucking wake-up call. because, let's be real, the fool would feel less than zero compunctions about calling any and all murder that happens 'sexy', and he'd be joking about it only like. half of the time. if that. xD Though, to be fair, Sarmenti would probably throw around the term 'handsome' less often. Comes a bit too close to sounding sincere, after all, could ruin his reputation as an Unrepentant Silly Asshole if the others picked up on it.

-----

(1)....Though, admittedly, Leper's phrasing in saying he/his blade was "Handsome, once, before it shattered" could just as validly be read as him having lost his handsomeness even before something in him symbolically broke..... But that take is a lot more straightforward in its interpretation, and thus much less fun for me to ruminate on for hours on end. so. ;p

What's your thoughts on all of this, if anything? You agree with any particular interpretation of it, or have an entirely different take? Do you think I'm overanalyzing this too much for DD2, where the reality warping nature of the setting might make the heroes' takes on themselves less reliable than in DD1? (if so, fair!) Just interested to hear any and all of what's going on in your noggin' after reading this!

Leper has so many layers.... so many parts of both of these games live rent free in my head, but this guy and the fucked-up clown are at the very top.

i personally lean towards the more simple 'musing on his “lost” attractiveness' interpretation. it's clear from DD1 and DD2 that Leper has a deep connection to his blade, probably considering it something of a friend or a kindred spirit. it's been with him through so much!

the term 'shattered', though, i do agree is very evocative and there's an intent to it. Leper (and the writers!) didn't simply say 'broken' for a reason. perhaps he feels he shattered himselfa fine and powerful blade in a moment of rage/weakness/self-defense/fear. it's still usable though, even in this shattered state, so Leper will keep on truckin' until his body inevitably gives out.

when the time comes and he's comfortable showing the others his Shrines, though, Jester will call his retaliation a work of art, with only the thinnest veneer of sarcasm. now there's a man who was in control of his fate! there's a man who did not roll over and die when demanded! there's a man who had the guts to do what needed to be done as soon as possible instead of taking the abuse for years and years and years! i'm sure the other heroes would also take Leper's side and assure him that what he did was right on some level, but Jester's agreement hits a bit different.

here's a funny lil interaction between the two of them i formulated with another friend:

Jester, covered in blood: you still love me right?? 🥺

Leper, for the fifth time that day: yes, i do 😊

Leper, changing his bandages: truly i am a wretched thing, a walking corpse... 😔

Jester, kissing his forehead: absolutely not, you're hot as fuck and built like a brick shithouse 😤

#ask #itsbeenliketenyearsitsprettywild #long post #darkest dungeon #dd leper #dd jester

11 notes · View notes

mysticficti0n · 1 year

Text

At long last

Warnings- fluffy, swearing, mentions of drugs, romance, part them drunk (thats all I think) words- 3480 N/A- Hey guys this is my first Ryan Dunn fic and I don't know how to feel, I feel part of it is good but others not much but I wrote it literally all day, so enjoy ♥︎

┍━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━┑

"dude just ask her out!" Bam whined poking at his best friend who just sulked onto the sofa "whats the worst that'll happen?"

"she says no and I've ruined a relationship I've had since I was 14 years old- thats the worst that can happen" he huffed playing with his watch, Ryan wasn't usually that nervous about girls and romance but something about asking his long time friend out scared him shitless "plus she wouldn't wanna be with me anyways I'm a fucking ass" Bam rolled his eyes, Bam knew his friend was a wuss, but he though he'd have the balls for this, it was Y/n for gods sake not like they've never met before

"look man we are all going out tomorrow so why not just ask her out to dinner? thats not going 'BE MY GIRLFRIEND' its kinda... breaking the ice, even though you've know her for 10 years" his friend laughed at the words coming from his own mouth "10 years and you're fucking scared!"

"yes 10-fucking-years so it is a big deal! me asking her to dinner could sound sketchy I mean come on the girl knows stuff I do before I do!" Ryan covered his face with his hands and groaned erring a slap on the head from Bam

"you need to stop being such a pussy" the brown hair boy spat walking out the room to who knows where leaving Ryan to his own thoughts which only made him feel 100x worse, but he did realise Bam was right he needed to stop being a pussy about it, he's been in love with Y/n since they were in high school but never said anything to anyone... until one night at a party were he drunkly told Bam who hadn't forgot

┍━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆⋅Flashback⋅⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━┑

"Oh dude Y/n's over there!" Bam called pointing to her, god she looked stunning, the red dress hugged her body perfectly

"she looks beautiful" Ryan whispered, eyes struggling to tare away from the girl as she laughed grabbing a drink with another girl but she wasn't a scratch on her

"you like her or something?" Bam asked turning back to his friend

"yeah man, she's fucking gorgeous how could I not like her!" Ryan hadn't realised the words that came out but he did feel somewhat relieved. The night carried on, nu metal music blaring through the house they were in and people screaming and shouting everywhere

"Hey Bam!" a voice that Ryan knew all to well spoke "How are ya? sorry I was gonna come over but Kayce caught me, Kayce come meet Bam!" he looked up to see Y/n the same red dress but he could see every detail on if now, lace and red sequins embezzled down the length, rings and bracelets decorated her hands and wrists, chunky black heals with a gold clasp "Hey Ry!" she called

"how you doin' doll" Ryan spoke getting a laugh from the girl

"weirdo! I'm good, you?" she side hugged him and his hands settled on her hips "you look nice by the way, is that the shirt my mom bought you for Christmas?" she asked stroking his chest

"I'm better now you're here and yeah it is, it matches your dress" he smiled down at he girl who's Y/E/C eyes were already on his

"I feel sexy in this dress, Marcus called me a whore when I wore it" she sulked, Marcus was her ex-boyfriend, evil bastard he was but thanks to Ryan and Novak she didn't need to worry anymore

"I bet Dunny boy finds you ravishing in it Y/N/N" Bam laughed tapping her shoulder getting a death glare from his best friend "sorry sweetheart!" he blew a kiss to his friend and walked away again

"don't listen to him" the blonde spat "dickhead"

"do I not look ravishing Ry?" Y/n spoke jokingly swirling her hair around her finger, if he could Ryan would get on his knees then and there and tell her how good she looked, Jesus Christ he'd worship the women, but he had to keep himself from doing so...

"you- you look beautiful Y/n" she blushed pressing a kiss to his cheek

"thanks Dunn"

Bam saw the interaction and knew one day he'd be a uncle to their child, it was disgustingly obvious the two liked each other but he also knew neither would say a thing "fucking pansies"

┍━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆⋅ reality ⋅⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━┑

The next day came round quicker than Ryan could think, he grabbed blue jeans and a white shirt, his wallet, cigarettes, lighter, phone and car keys "BAM COME ON WE'VE GOTTA GO!" Ryan shouted hearing footsteps quickening down the hall and Bam stood with a CKY shirt on and baggy shorts "come on I told Y/n I'd pick her up Dico's already at hers"

"oooh think they fucked?" Bam pushed getting a slap "someones jealous"

"fuck off" Ryan stormed walking out the door to his car, the engine began and the two sped off to Y/n's house, luckily it wasn't to far so in five minuets Ryan was knocking her door "Y/N HURRY UP! GET DICO OUT HERE" he began to pound the door which was opened at the end of his sentence

"Ryan Dunn! will you cut it out bloody hell!" her mom Vicky warned making him laugh

"sorry why is she taking forever though!" she rolled her eyes

"I don't know hun- oh and Dico isn't here he went with Chris" Ryan nodded leaning up the door "what are you doing today? CKY things?"

"I think so, we found this abandoned rail way thing so were checking that out and Y/n wanted to come" she smiled

"why don't you go up and grab her knowing my daughter she's either still doing her eyeliner or still finding what to wear" Ryan laughed pressing a kiss to the older women's cheek and jumped up the stairs, he went down to the door with the sign 'Y/n's room' and stood outside

"well I don't know... what if- yes Jessica I know but what if I doesn't go right.... I'm not scared... he'll be there! you don't know what you're fucking talking about... fuck off Jessi" he herd a click from the room and a furious groan "Stupid fucking bitch can't listen to a single fucking thing I fucking say I swear to god I'm gonna fucking kill that whore-" the words kept spilling out before Ryan decided to knock the door "Yeah?" he twisted the doorknob and walked in to see Y/n, black tube top, blue low waisted jeans held up by a studded belt and her belly piercing jewel shining in the light, a cross necklace hung from her neck and her make up looked- goddess like- smokey eye, red glossed lips accompanied by her nose-ring "oh hey Ry" her voice sounded happier than before

"what was all that about?" he asked leaning on her closet "thought you and Jessica were friends" she rolled her eyes

"so did I until now... it doesn't matter though, ready to go?" Ryan was concerned about the girl, she wasn't one to usually be in a mood or angry but he brushed it off as in fairness they needed to go "you look nice by the way" she complemented going past him out the door to grab her hoodie

"thanks I'm liking the absolute no coordination between us, you look like Bam if he was a girl and I look like a basic white man" she laughed at the boy coming out her room and closing the door "bye Vic, we will probs be back by like 9-10 o'clock ish and I'll drop her off" her mother nodded hugging Ryan then her daughter

"be safe you two and Y/n don't let you're father see you in a outfit like this, he'd kill you, zip your hoodie when you come home!" she warned

"will do mom, see you later!" the two waved and ran to the car were Bam was sat with his eyes closed "so were are we going?"

"shit! you took your fucking time" he spat looking at the girl, Bam and Y/n were good friends, even went to prom together- now though they smoke weed, drink and skate together along with the others, but they fight like brother and sister most days

"fuck off I was busy- I take pride in how I look unlike some" he huffed, Ryan started the car again and made their way to the old rail way, luckily the roads were mostly empty so in quick time they made it, as there 3 got out they were met with Rake, Novak, Dico, Raab and Rake's sister Sophia "SOPHIA!" the girls ran to each other hugging and giggling about something, in which the boys thought they'd do the same

"OH RAABY!" Bam kissed the boys cheek "TEHEHEHEHE" he said rather loud getting a 'ugh' from the girls the group decided to start going through the woods to the railway line

Y/n and Sophia stayed chatting toward the back of the group while all the boys were huddled together, Novak said it wasn't a long walk but then again Novak did crack so who was he to trust? Ryan didn't notice but he constantly kept checking over his shoulder to see Y/n which Bam found amusing seeing his friend so desperate to just have a glance at the girl

"dude she isn't going to run off" he shoved at Ryan "you gonna ask her tonight?"

"I don't know man she isn't in the greatest mood today and I don't want her to have extra stress on top of that and-" Bam waved his hands at the man cutting him off

"Ry stop making excuses if you don't ask her today I will for you" panic rushed through the blonde

"no don't do that" he whispered getting a smirk from him "Bam"

"hey Y/n!" Bam turned back to the two behind

"Bam no fucks sake I'll do it, I'll do it!" Ryan shouted

"yeah?" Y/n called looking confused

"you look like a whore" she gave the boy a thumbs up and went back to her conversation like nothing happened "you are a lucky man Dunn"

after another half hour of walking the group finally got to the tracks, they were all decade and rotting, spray painted and worn "wow... glad we walked here to see this shit" Sophia crossed her arms "Novak you said this would be 'cool' its literally dead pieces of wood"

"sorry baby, it looked cooler last time I was here" he huffed "the view's good though, you can see west town over there and here is were I smoked pot with Nabi" everyone laughed

"well I was meant to get my lip pierced.. now" Y/n spoke checking her phone "i'm thrilled we're doing this instead" Ryan watched the girl slump down to the floor and just stare into the sky, he felt bad and knew if she wasn't in a good mood before, she defiantly wasn't now

"why don't we look round for stuff, there's gotta be something cool around" Dico spoke kicking sticks on the floor

"yeah okay, lets go" Raab agreed and the group began to go back into the wood, Ryan looked back at Y/n, she just sat their and hugged her knees

"I'll catch up in a sec" he yelled to the group who said their okays and carried on walking, he went back to the girl on the floor "what did Jessica say?" she looked up to him, her eyes had tears forming in the corners

"she and Marcus are getting together... and she wouldn't listen to what I was saying about him that he's not a nice person! and she kept saying shit about the guy I like and all I was doing was looking out for her" she whimpered wiping her eyes "Marcus nearly fucking killed me- emotionally but still, everything he did to me he'll do to Jessi and I just want her to be okay" Ryan reached a hand to the girl and pulled her up into a tight hug, letting her get it all out her system on his shoulder, he knew this is what she needed, just to talk... he had an idea

"do you wanna go? I can call Bam and we can go out for lunch, just me and you?" her eyes met with his brown ones and nodded "okay, lets go" His hand instinctively went to hers to which she gladly excepted, with his free hand he pulled his phone out and called bam

"yeah?" he answered

"me and Y/n are going to get lunch-"

"use protection!" Bam snickered

"get fucked" Ryan ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket

after an extremely long walk they finally made it back to the car which was warm due to the West Chester summer heat "what do you want to eat?" he asked starting the engine

"italian"

"Limoncello sound good?" she nodded and the two set off back to town listening to the random songs the radio played "besides the whole Jessi thing, how are you?" she laughed

"I'm good, I mean wish I could've got my lip pierced but I'm getting a free dinner at Limoncello so I'm not complaining" Ryan looked to the girl

"free?" she nodded "who said it's free?"

"me I forgot my purse, thanks babe for paying" she laughed rubbing his chin "I'll give you the money don't worry" Ryan shook his head

"its a treat... date even" he blushed slightly seeing a smile spread across her face

"was this a big elaborate plan to get me on a date with you Ry?" her eyes seemed drowsy in his, Y/n's hand combed back his hair

"maybe but it wasn't huge, more last minuet... would you be annoyed if it was?" the Y/H/C haired girl shook her head "good" he smiled

after another 10 minuets they made it to the restaurant which wasn't to busy, they walked in and waited to be seated by their server "okay here we are, can I get you any drinks?" the man asked looking toward the table

"Stella for me" he nodded and looked towards the girl

"and for you darling" Ryan felt him self become tense at the word 'darling' who did he think he was talking to?

"cosmopolitan please" she grinned up to the man

"of course, have that to you soon" he walked away and Y/n looked back to Ryan

"you okay?" he nodded "you look angry"

"I'm fine, anyways we were saying about Marcus and Jessica" she nodded explaining her story, Ryan could've listened to her voice for ever go on and on about anything

"and she said he said he could do so much better than me and called me a tramp!" Y/n said angrily slamming her hands on the table

"well- you could do much better than that lanky red head anyways he was a dick to you" she nodded bringing her drink to her lips "actually didn't you say she was making fun of the guy you liked earlier" Ryan spoke inquisitively

"yeah what about it?"

"who do you like?" he cooed to her making her giggle at the childishness of her friend "do I know them?"

"Ryan we're 24 and 23 not in 9th grade why do you wanna know so bad" Y/n smiled

"because I wanna know if my best friend has good taste in men" she furrowed her brows "Please Y/n" he begged

"its embarrassing" she spoke trying to escape the conversation "lets just order food" her eyes scanned for a waiter or someone but her face was pulled back- literally- Ryans hand cupped her chin and made sure she couldn't get out of his grip "Ry-"

"you can tell me Y/n, I wont be mean or judge or anything" she sighed seeing a smile grow across his face she played with the idea of actually telling him but it kind of fell out

"it's you Ryan"

Ryan felt his heart jump into a halt... him? no she has to be joking he thought "what?" is all that came out with a laugh

"I like you- like a lot and have for ages...yeah laugh it up" confidence grew in the girl as she spoke "and I get if you don't feel the same its totally fine" she blabbered on as her speechless friend just sat listening "I mean we've been friends for 10 years and this is crazy"

Ryan knew he could now let his feeling be free "I like you too, so much I've just never had the balls to say it to you" her eyes widened and so did her smile "since we were kids I've always thought you were beautiful then after High school I just fell even more for you" the two's eyes locked together and they seemed the only person in the world to each other, everything was silent besides the one talking

"so you're fully serious" she asked hoping it wasn't one of Ryans many pranks

"deadly"

the two ate dinner in near silence besides a few thank you's and hums of delight, underneath the covered table Y/n intertwined her legs with his and using her foot rubbed his leg reassuringly, Ryan paid the bill and got up offering his hand to the girl, they walked out to see the street lamps illuminating the Barron streets

"thank you for dinner" Y/n gleamed up to the boy who was just a bit taller than her

"no problem, we should do it again" he smirked leading her back to the car, as the two climbed in and set off again Ryan tipped a few mints into his mouth and Y/n did the same "so home?" she nodded.... through out the drive Ryan's hand went from the wheel to her hand and then her inner thigh giving Y/n butterflies every time his finger tapped along to the song playing in the background

The car pulled into her street which Y/n internally sighed as she didn't want to leave Ryan after the night they had, they came to a stop in front of her house which was dimly lit from the inside "I'll walk you up" Ry spoke letting go of the girl who now felt cold, he came over and opened the door giving his hand once again

"such a gentleman" she laughed seeing a redness appear on his face, she got out and lent against the car "thank you for tonight Ry, I loved it"

"I'm glad... tonight didn't go how I expected honestly, but I'm glad it did... sorry that felt like a shit way of saying it- I'm bad at these things" he grinned dopily, he knew it was time to say goodnight to her but he couldn't let go of her "ready?" he asked she nodded solemnly and they begun up the drive to the front door with every step it meant the night was coming to a end... he didn't want to let go of her hand, it felt so right in his, the pair got just before her front door and sighed "Thanks for today Y/n"

"no thank you- again- I didn't think we'd ever do this either but I really enjoyed it" Y/n nervously bit her bottom lip, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she gazed up into Ryan's warm eyes. the night slipped away, there was still one thing that Y/n needed to do before saying goodbye though.

"Ryan," she whispered softly, her gaze flickering to his lips for a brief moment before meeting his eyes once more. "Can I... can I kiss you goodnight?"

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise, a warm smile spreading across his features as he took a step closer. "I was hoping you would ask that," he replied, his voice low and husky with a hint of anticipation.

Without another word, Y/n leaned up on her tiptoes, closing her eyes as Ryan's hands came to rest on her hips. For a moment, they simply stood there, drinking each other in as their lips brushed against each other in a tender, gentle kiss. It was soft, slow and filled with all the promises of what could be.

As they parted, Y/n looked up at him with a shy smile, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Goodnight, Ryan," she whispered.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he replied, a sparkle in his eye. "Sweet dreams."

With one last lingering look, Y/n turned and walked into her house, her heart beating wildly in her chest. For a moment, she wondered if she had made the right choice but she knew that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

#ryan dunn #jackass #bam margera #fluffy #Random hero #mtv #2000's

38 notes · View notes

fishnets-fingers · 6 months

Text

sparklers, stutters & sweet treats

a/n - happy deepavali! it's been a while since i wrote layla and harry, so i'm nervous posting this. in six months, layla accompanies her folks to visit family in chicago to celebrate. so, i thought i'd bang out this blurb because i'd regretted not writing about the two celebrating. as always reblogs and comments are appreciated! happy reading :)

MASTERPOST (if you wanna read more of Layla and Harry)

…

The drawing room of Vasanth’s and Abi’s home looked like a hurricane ravaged it. It started with the boxes and packing tubs piled into the guest bedroom on the ground floor. Now those boxes were open; bubble wrap, packing peanuts, old gadgets, clothes, crockeries, baby gizmos, and Abi’s old shoe collection spilled over. “It’s only getting worse,” Abi groans, face heating up from exertion. She padded back to the loveseat, sighing in relief as her back hit the cushion. The room was littered with things the couple had accumulated over the duration of marriage.

“This was a bad idea,” Layla agrees, voice muffled from the handkerchief she’s tied around her head to cover her mouth and nose. Her makeshift mask didn’t help. She sniffled as she was going through the cardboard boxes.

“Got another box,” Vasanth announces, climbing down the stairs holding a food processor box.

“No, come on, I’m done,” Layla complained. “My back hurts. We’ll continue tomorrow.”

“Deepavali is only two days away. We don’t have time, kutti.” Vasanth makes his way to the two, tripping over the things split over from the boxes.

“Vasanth, Layla’s right. Let’s just call it. Maybe we lost the box of decorations during the move,” Abi says.

“It can’t be lost. I was the one who loaded the box in the moving van in Cary.”

“Maybe the moving people stole it. We’ve gone through every goddamn cardboard box in this house.”

“Why would the movers steal a box filled with lamps, string lights, and fake garlands?” Vasanth shakes his head, reaching to get the knife.

“Maybe they were feeling particularly festive that day?” She shrugs.

Abi snorts at her niece’s retort, hand absentmindedly rubbing her swollen belly to calm her active baby.

“Don’t encourage her, Abi.” He opens the box he’d carried downstairs and frowns when he’s met with Abi’s DIY beading kits. “There are three more boxes upstairs. Get them.”

Layla whines and Abi injecterjects before Layla speaks, “We do have a baby coming in three and a half months. I think people will cut us some slack if we don’t decorate.”

“What will our guests think?” Vasanth asks the two women.

“What guests? It’s three people. Anne, Harry and Earl aren’t gonna judge. Plus we could tell them that people don’t decorate much for Deepavali. They’re not gonna know,” Layla voices her support for her Aunty’s idea.

“You two are such bad influences.” Vasanth mutters as he considers stopping the task at hand. “No, we’re decorating. It’s bad enough to be thousands of miles away from our family for every holiday,” his voice firm.

“Vasanth,” Abi coos, eyes softening at the sight of her husband, sitting up to put a hand on his shoulder and giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“சித்தப்பா (Uncle),” Layla pouts. “Are you homesick?”

“No, I’m not,” he tells her, squaring up defensively. “Didn’t I ask for the boxes from the attic to be bought down here?”

“Are you really going to make your pregnant wife climb up and down three flights of stairs?” Layla asks.

“Didn’t ask her. I asked you,” he raises his eyebrows when she huffs.

“Fine but this is child labour, I tell you.” She stomps her way to the staircase.

“I’ll take my chances in court,” her uncle replies, making Layla stick her tongue out at him.

////

“Hey there, dickhead,” Harry calls out, rolling down his window.

“Harry!” Layla waves from where she’s sat on the front porch steps weaving together fairy light on the marigold garland. “How did the meeting go?” Harry had been stressing about his meeting with the college recruiter for days on end.

He pulls up the driveway, quickly tossing his shades on the passenger side. “Pretty good,” he replied, making his way over to his girlfriend. “She asked me a lot of questions about my time in the Arctic.”

“That’s nice. How lucky that she happened to be coming to Chapel Hill!”

He grunts as he lowers himself next to her, clipping his keys to his belt loop when his car beeped locking shut. “Recruiters usually do that,” he says quietly.

“You’re disappointed with yourself,” Layla narrows her eyes as she looks at the way the corner of his lips pulls downward imperceptibly.

Harry shakes his head. “What's all this then?” He motions towards the garlands and the lamps scattered on the floor.

“Decorations for Deepavali.”

“Did you text me last night saying that you guys didn’t find the box with stuff?”

“We didn’t.” Layla chuckles. “Took us hours to pack and put everything back. I went to bed at 3am, only to be woken up in three hours by a call from தாத்தா (grandad).”

“Where did you get all of this then?”

“சித்தப்பா (Uncle) was moping around all homesick this morning, so I looked around after they’d both left for work. Found it in the closet of my room, behind my suitcases. Aunty is coming back after her lunch meeting. We’re going to surprise him with a decorated house.”

“Want a hand?”

“You’re changing the subject,” Layla notes.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you don’t like to admit that you messed up. You’re clearly miffed about it,” she points out.

“The recruiter asked me about the break in my CV,” Harrys says, voice despondent.

“Oh,” Layla replies quietly. This was the question he was dreading. He’d prepared an answer for it, of course - a very diplomatic answer, but he still felt like he’d fallen behind his peers.

“I fumbled,” he ran his hands through his hands in exasperation. “I mean I had a script and everything. Still managed to fuck it up. I gave her the answer but it came out all shaky.”

“You aren’t going to be the only applicant who’s taken gap years. Everyone is doing that now,” she reassures with a kiss to his cheek.

“But I could have been more confident with the answer. It’s early acceptances and they’re very-”

“Did you stutter throughout the interview? Was she displeased?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “It went well. I made her laugh twice. She seemed very enamoured by my fellowship stories.”

“See! You’ve charmed her! She seems impressed. I know this is a competitive program and all; I’m certain your application will stand out. People stumble all the time, especially in high pressure situations. She’s probably seen many applicants stumble. Don’t make a good interview experience all about one small indiscernible moment. One she’s probably not going to remember after a few minutes.”

“Yeah. That makes sense,” Harry sighs. “You’re good at this.” He turns to see her with one eyebrow cocked up and explains, “This talking thing.”

“Hmm,” she smiles. “It’s not like I spent five years training to be a therapist, only to hate it and move to researching the brain.”

“The world was robbed,” he chuckles, throwing his arm around her shoulder.

“Well, if my smartest boyfriend says so,” Layla giggles, leaning forward to kiss the corner of Harry’s mouth.

“Hey! I’m your only boyfriend,” he stitches their lips together, hand coming to stroke her cheek.

“Guess, you’ll just have to take my word for it.” She laughs, pulling him to her mouth by his collared shirt. “Now, come on, help me with the door,” she murmured against his panting mouth.

It look them thirty minutes for the two of them to finish decorating the door. Harry passed her pieces of cut up tape, while Layla stood on the step ladder trying to make the marigold garland hang in perfect U. Harry asked her questions about how they celebrate the festival back home as they’d folded shiny gold craft papers to make paper rosettes.

“Can you text Aunty, please? My phone’s inside the house. Ask her to pick up a pack of lithium button batteries on her way home,” Layla says, blowing on the paper to check if they are holding up.

“Hmm.” Harry can’t help but smile, when he looks up from his text. Layla’s crop top had ridden up - with the way her arms were stretched up - revealing the soft skin of her belly. She’s rolled down the waistband of an oversized basketball shorts, making the pudge under her belly stick out. He takes two steps towards her, tucking his phone in his pocket, hands coming to rest firmly on her hip. An innocuous gesture that he’d done many times during the course of their decoration to steady her on the ladder that Layla didn’t pay much attention to. He flicks his gaze up and sees her with furrowed eyebrows straightening out the fairy lights. His thumbs caresses the warm skin above the band of her shorts before he leans in and nips her belly.

Layla shrieks in response, and Harry’s hands tighten around her hips so she doesn’t lose her balance.

“Harry!” She giggles, when he peppers kisses below her bellybutton. “What are you doing?”

“Loving on you,” he mumbles, tongue trailing her flushed skin.

She laughs, “Maybe you can love on me after we’re done with this,” she juts her chin out to the garlands in front of her.

He steps back, looking at the flowers hanging around the top of the doorframe. Making a show of his inspection, with an arm behind his back and this other perched on his hip. “Looks done to me,” he shrugs.

////

“Ugh,” Layla grimaces, from her spot on Anne’s kitchen island. “They’re not sweet,” she points to the packet of dried rose petals.

“Stop eating the ingredients,” Harry scolds, swatting her hand away from the bowl of cream cheese with his spatula. He was baking an eggless Pistachio Kulfi Cheesecake.

“Pch, you’re no fun,” she rolls her eyes, dangling her legs. “I thought the cheesecake was for me.”

“It is not for you.” He places the spatula in the bowl of his cream cheese and spice mixture and leans against the island with his hips. “I’m making this for Deepavali. Plus, mum would not be a fan if we show up empty handed for dinner tomorrow.”

“All I’m hearing is: ‘Yes, Layla baby, the cheesecake is for you to eat.’”

Harry laughs. “Yes, Layla baby, the cheesecake is for you to eat-”

“Exactly,” she claps, interrupting him. She reaches for the bowl again, only for Harry to push it away from her reach.

“Nuh uh,” he tuts, wrapping his hands around her wrists and pins them behind her back. He moves to stand in between her legs, bending down to press his forehead to hers. “The cheesecake is for you to eat.” He presses a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “But after dinner tomorrow. Besides, I'm making it without eggs, so it can be an offering when we pray.”

“I don’t believe in God.”

“And I don’t believe in disrespecting traditions.”

“You’re an annoying idiot.”

“Nice comeback, dickhead.”

“You’d deny your girlfriend some sweet treats?” She purses her lips.

“I got some sweet treats right here,” he whispers, grabbing her hips and pulling her to the edge of the marble counter.

Their kisses start slow, gentle and brief; Layla nips his bottom lip, making him giggle. She grabs his chin and slowly licks into his mouth. Harry responds by kneading her ass and grinding his bulge against the warmth between her thighs. He pants into her mouth, chest heaving with every breath he takes. Layla crosses her ankles around his hips, drawing his body closer, mewling at the way he suckles at the sweet spot of her neck.

The loud ring from Harry’s phone makes them jump apart. Harry mutters a curse as he silences the device, grabbing the now set crust from the fridge. “Stupid bloody phone,” he mumbles, adjusting his pants.

“Guess we both won’t have our sweet treats today,” Layla smirks.

////

Layla never imagined that she'd be celebrating a major festival away from home. She’d braced herself for the wave of homesickness since the minute she’d woken up. She was fully expecting to cry when she’d talked to her parents and grandparents. But it never came. She misses home, there was no doubt about that. But under the buttery streetlight, the sight in front of her warms her heart. Vasanth holding onto Abi’s hand guiding her to light up the fuse of a flower pot. Anne’s face glowing with a multitude of colours as the firework ignites. Earl holding a rocket, waiting his turn. Other Indian families dressed up, laughing as the colourful fire went off.

She feels more at ease when a familiar tattooed arm wraps around her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’ve got this look on your face,” Harry observes. They both hung back, refraining from the fireworks from parking with fireworks.

“I’m happy,” she says, gazing up at him adoringly.

“Hmm, you should be. Iniya deepavali nalvazthukal,” he tells her, slowly, stumbling over the unfamiliar syllables. He’d practised wishing her a ‘Happy Deepavali’ in Tamil all morning.

Layla’s jaw drops in surprise, eyes shining as she gets on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “இனிய தீபாவளி நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள் to you too, Harry.”

When he produces two long sparklers from behind his back, Layla looks up at him questioningly. He’d cared about the planet, she didn’t expect him to join in and she hadn’t burst crackers since her visit to the firecracker factory.

“Thought we’d light just the one in honour of our first Deepavali together,” he explains and she nods.

They joined the four in front of them, lighting up their sparklers with Earl’s, smiling when the crackling pop accompanies the golden hue. A perfect reflection of warmth and light they were feeling on the inside.

…

#six months #harry styles imagine #harry styles #indian!oc #camboy!harry #fishnets-fingers #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #blurb #sparklers stutters and sweet treats

14 notes · View notes